Apocalyptic work is the work of uncovering the truth.

Desires can be redirected.  Ambitions can be purified.  But my unwillingness to care?

Everyone dreams of it, but nobody wants to be seen as actually rich.

We shamed them by ignoring them. We felt like we needed to pick sides when no one had asked us to do so.

We, Jesus’ friends. The ones that are supposed to do as Jesus did, talk like Jesus did, to follow him.

No matter which job I would ever have, I would be the best! If I had become a trash collector, I would aim at being the best trash collector in town.

No one likes hearing that they are wrong. Because whenever that happens, we know deep in our heart it’s the truth. And the worst is, you thought you got it right.

Asking for help for someone else. We usually call that advocacy. What we assume is best for everyone. We forget to ask the people involved what they want.

It’s a story about what happens when assumptions win over curiosity.

Sometimes she imagines being a temple herself, so holy that no one dares to come close. Those are the days when she can hold her head up high. Because people are afraid of her power.

It was a beautiful day at sea in May 1865. In so many ways.

Were they pretty enough? Perfect enough? Good enough? Who could tell them? Who would know?

Within hours everything had changed for them. Not just the present, but most importantly the future.

Today is not only Bold Woman’s Sunday. It’s also the last day of Black History Month.

The wilderness we didn’t choose. The wilderness something drove us into. Like a place I don’t want to be in. Like the wrong show I accidentally had signed up for.

When I was a teenager it was a day of disappointment. In college, I never dated anybody who celebrated. It seemed too commercialized to us, too enacted.

It’s time for a fight scene. With some real action!

Prophets are often disguised. Hard to distinguish from other ordinary people. Prophets are people of faith, speaking truth to power.

Last Wednesday, the church celebrated Epiphany. It’s the day when God turns on the lights and reveals the truth.

We know the iconography of medieval paintings, angels wearing robes, with wings, halos – and all of this is based on – God knows what.