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Neat tiny boxes
lined up in a row.

Neat tiny boxes
putting on a show.

Neat tiny boxes
set up for display.

Neat tiny boxes
without disarray.

Neat tiny boxes
nothing to explain.

Neat tiny boxes
built to constrain.

Neat tiny boxes

are

coffins.


In one of the online groups where I was a member, many of the white people were encouraged to confess the sin of racism. Post after post after post was a confession from a white person on how they committed the sin of racism.

What was happening was actually perpetuating the sin of racism.

This online group, while there are BIPOC, is a predominately white space, reflecting the denomination where many of us find ourselves. As I scrolled through recent posts, I saw confession after confession. One of the confessions was an incident where I was involved. …


Thanks be to God?

Praise to you, O Christ?

Oh really? These are such delightful readings, and I am becoming increasingly convinced that Pastor Josh is quite strategic in the dates he asks me to preach among the good people of Holy Trinity.

I mean, aren’t today’s readings straight up delightful? That they give you the delightfully warm and fuzzy feelings of a calm and peaceful Jesus cradling a lil’ baby lamb in his arms? These readings, in a way, live into both; today’s readings give us a view of the broken reality of today’s world, actually attempting to scare the hell out of us. These readings also show what this world could be, realizing a hair on our head will not be harmed in the midst of so much earthly conflict and strife. Were there an easy way to decipher today’s Gospel, I would gladly tell you. …

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