OtherSpeak: The Emmaus of In-Between
Rachael Lofgren tells a story of walking with Jesus when we don’t know the way. What can He mean? Where is He going with this?
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Jesus
In which my year begins with worship
Lord, you know me intimately: my then, my now, my after – as you know all that is in the universe.
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(Dis)orienting experiences
I went to a Supper to taste the Christ, I was so hungry for him. So very hungry after months of vacuity, and when I received the bread he was suddenly there, in me.
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Sunday’s confession of faith
I too have turned my child over to hard things, and I too have let him cry into his pillow, and sometimes I hate myself for that.
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Last Tuesday’s adventure
I reached inside my purse for my wallet, to see, I suppose, if an angel had miraculously tucked a fifty into one of its pockets. I knew I hadn’t, sure as death and taxes.
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What I saw: Good Friday reflections
I have never seen a man’s back worn to shreds by a cruel whip, but I have seen crisscrossed lines of despair in the wrists of a friend.
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What does it matter?
No matter what we do, we will always know someone who does it bigger or braver. Certainly if we had known it would burn like fire, we would have stepped away from the hellish abyss.
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Advent
The point of Christmas is that Christ entered. Here. He is the last person in the world to be upset with a mess, or rattled by the unforeseen. He is acquainted with grief.
My church experience
In a white country church house with six pews on the right and six pews on the left, I formed my first ideas of God and his people.
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On worship
We Christians have always been good at line-drawing, and we are usually the ones who do it best. Or, if we dislike our upbringing, the ones who do it worst. The Catholics are too iconic, the Anglicans too liturgical, the black churches too emotive, the Quakers too quiet, the Methodists too formal, the Pentecostals too hyper, the Mennonites too traditional. Private worship is too individualistic, and public is too contrived or too showy. In the end, is there any good way to worship? that’s unlike what we are comfortable with?