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The River, the Desert, and the Road Ahead

In March of 2013, on my 56th birthday, I spent some time beside the French Broad River.  In my journal, I wrote:  I want to know more about the power of gentleness, the courage of vulnerability, the expansiveness of honored limits, the serious work humor can...

Liberating Limits?

Walls shelter or confine. Sheltering walls can make a home—a haven and refuge from the world.  Confining walls can make a jail cell—a place of fear and isolation. How we feel about walls depends very much on what kind they are, why we live within them, who put us...

Independence and Interdependence

On this Independence Day Weekend, I’m pondering the necessary tension between independence and interdependence.  It’s a tension which the Apostle Paul described, as I mentioned yesterday, in Galatians 6: “Bear one another’s burdens, and in this way you will...

Highway Proverbs

My friend Terry and I are on our way to Nada Hermitage near Crestone, CO, nestled Sangre de Cristo mountains.  On the road today, it struck me that some billboards attempt to offer aphorisms of wisdom—“highway proverbs.”An insurance company billboard claimed:...

Seeing Beneath the Surface

We have a tendency to see each other only superficially (which means we don’t really see each other at all). The Apostle Paul described this superficial seeing as “the human point of view.”From now on, therefore, we regard no one from a human point of view; even...

The Open Wound and the Dream of Beloved Community

I grew up in metropolitan Atlanta in the 1960s and 1970’s (I graduated from a high school in south Fulton County in 1975).  Atlanta was, of course, the hometown of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. So, when I was in elementary school, news about his work, about the...

With a Limp

The little town of Erwin, TN has what it calls a “Linear Trail” which runs parallel to, and between, I-26 and the railroad tracks.  It variously skirts the edge of an industrial park, borders a neighborhood, goes along open pasture, and, most beautifully,...

To Call Ourselves Beloved

We want to be known and to know, to be understood and to understand, and, most of all, to be loved and to love.  We want to feel cradled close to our mother’s breast, to feel our father’s strong-gentle embrace, to hear her sing us into peaceful sleep, and to...