Most Sundays (though this week it was Saturday), I talk with a German friend of mine, Volker, using the wonderful Skype software. Because we talk via our devices and not the phone, the “calls” are free (except for the Internet charges we pay in any case).[More…]
Strawberry Fields: Seems Like Forever
I woke up this morning at 4:30 a.m., which is completely unlike me. I am not, in any way, nor have I ever been, a morning person. It’s a gawd-awful hour to be up. I don’t think that even Jesus has had his morning coffee by that hour. I don’t know why I woke so […]
Some thoughts on us, the Wheeler clearcut, and exiled Chilean poets
We are trees Falling in the Forest except there isn’t a Forest there isn’t even a tree, standing or Falling only a clear cut between a question hypothetically asked and our true answer (thank you Roberto Boleno)
Encounters with the Jewish Jesus
Back in 1986, I was browsing my university bookstore when someone yelled, “How dare you wear that?!” Before I turned around, I glanced down to make sure my pants matched my shirt. What could I be wearing that was so offensive? Was this hostility even directed at me? The scowling woman was dressed in a […]
Jesus as a young Muslim’s spiritual example
Growing up Muslim in semi-rural Northern California in the ’70s and ’80s meant having almost zero exposure to Muslims or the Islamic faith. Even my Pakistani father didn’t teach me much more than the name of Islam’s prophet. So the primary example of Godliness for most of my formative years was Jesus. I wasn’t taught […]
Return to the scene of our baptism
A little oasis lives in the city of man,
a place insiders drink to divinity.
Their libations skim the surface bare —
lauding scapegoats, mocking strangers.
Jesus
Barefoot, transient, swaddled in rags, born in a manger. Friend to the marginalized, the lepers, the homeless. The sick, the sad, and the forgotten. Radical Revolutionary. Peaceful leader. Turn the other cheek, Give the coat off your back. Wash the dirty feet of neighbor, stranger, and friend. Deliverer of hope. Lover of souls. Healer. Without […]
Myths and misunderstandings
A writer friend told me I was passed over for a recent book-signing because the organizer finds my book title “scary.” This wasn’t the first time I learned of such a reaction to Jesus Loves Women: A Memoir of Body and Spirit.[Read More]
In Search of Sacred Love: A Review of “Jesus Loves Women” by Tricia Gates Brown
With an honesty that’s redemptive rather than brutal, Ms. Brown recounts how she “awakened to the goodness of being a sensual, sexual creature…”, a painful journey for which most of us growing up in the United States—inheritors of the Puritan worldview as we are—receive little support. [Read More]
What Jesus smells like
Everything he ever laid a blue-veined compassionate hand on even the one with the spear that touched Him through a shaft of wood and a head of metal many of us are built like that dense and piercing killing that we’ve only just begun to love Jesus smelled like that like unrequited love and passion […]
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