A strange thing just happened…. It began with some purple asparagus…
The rain fell steadily, making long puddles in the parking lot of the old Catholic school.
Creation becomes “creationing” – a process that is ongoing.
Yes, there is a slap, but there is also a kiss.
This reaching beyond ourselves, is the very thing that makes us human…
And not sheep.
For many Black folks that I have encountered on my travels with the quilts, the term “ally” is met with suspicion.
On this Easter morning, our sins – the grave burdens that lean on us today – are calling us to go meet Jesus in Galilee.
This is not magical thinking.
when we change…. When God changes…. We interact. Our stories weave together.
How convenient to have such a God in your backpocket.
The voice on the other end got right to the point:
“We need you down here in the ER right away,” she said.