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Character: Primary Realm of Change

Character is the primary arena of change. We can’t change the DNA we inherited, the circumstances into which we were born, or the families which shaped and misshaped us, or the wounding events we’ve undergone. Some things about our bodies, temperaments, and minds are...

Magnetic Vision of the Change we Hope For

(This is longer than my usual posts; if I had time, I would make it shorter!)Change is possible, but not if we try to do it on our own.In an earlier post, I identified some of the factors which combine to make change more likely:emotional-spiritual energy from beyond...

The Possibility of Change

When Anita and I were in seminary, we served a small and loving congregation in southern Indiana. One of our next-door neighbors, a generous man in his late fifties and a faithful member of the church, was crustily cynical about the possibility of change.  At...

The Politics of Christmas

Even though we lose track of in the glitter and sweetness of our celebrations, Christmas is intensely and insistently political. It’s about who’s in charge.Jesus was born in an occupied land and under the shadow of Rome’s Emperor. It was his decree that Mary and...

Feeling Like Christmas? A Confession and a Distinction

I’m allergic to sentimentality.I break-out in heart-hives when I brush up against counted-cross stitch samplers of motivational quotes, with greeting cards that feature babies, puppies, kittens, and balloons, and with rhyming love poems printed on a pastel background...

Thanksgiving and Repentance

Maybe, later in the week, I’ll write about the numerous extraordinarily ordinary and ordinarily extraordinary gifts which are part of my everyday life and for which I am grateful. Thanksgiving’s origins, though, are civic: they have to do with the condition and...

Wisdom from a Four-Year-Old

Saturday morning, at Barnes and Noble, I was in the café line to order my venti Hot Cinnamon Spice tea. Just ahead of me was a young family. Dad pushed a stroller with a sleeping 8 month old boy, dressed in Carolina blue inside. Mom paid gentle attention to a four...