I saw a post that had “thoughts and prayers” crossed out and “policy and change” instead. That resonated.

Why should we rejoice in anybody leaving their beloved community?

If you fall, you fall into the net. When things are going badly, you are fortunate to have other people.

It will never be easy, no matter how beautiful the flowers are blooming or how wonderful the view from the cemetery is.

What will the neighbors think?

Perish means death. To be cut down. Not only to be pruned, but to be cut down.

Like calling a king a fox. Not letting others call you a chicken. Calling a war a war.

Somehow it makes me feel a little more connected, a little less helpless. Even though I know that’s a farce.

What’s wrong with giving while expecting something in return? We wonder what’s in for us.

It’s no fun to hear the truth when the truth isn’t pink and glittery.

Simon Peter had a rough day. Things didn’t go like he had hoped.

Remember the first time you came home after going to college? Starting a family? Will they notice you’ve changed? Will they see me as who I am now?

“Pressure like a drip, drip, drip, that'll never stop /
Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop”

Those days when the blood runs faster through your veins.

As much as we might need angels this year, we aren’t quite ready for them yet.

We long for peace, and yet, don’t know better than fighting. That to be a peacemaker, you have to come from a place of strength. And that’s where it gets interesting.

It’s an uncertain time. It feels weirdly stable and unstable at the same time.

Apocalyptic work is the work of uncovering the truth.

Mary blames Jesus. And she acknowledges her deep faith into his power of life. To nourish life, to save life. That, she believes.

The truth will make you free. Free from making the same mistakes. Free from committing the same crimes. Free from feeling superior again over anybody. The truth will make you free. Nothing else can.