Message of Peace

Yesterday, the Pope handed President Trump signed copies of two of his messages, one on climate change and one entitled “Nonviolence - A Style of Politics for Peace.” The President responded, “We’ll be reading them.” Let’s hope.  The latter is the most Christ-like assessment of the violence in our world I’ve read. And I am... Continue Reading →


Billy and Patty

By Jared St. Martin Brown Back when I lived in Arizona, I used to go on a lot of solitary hikes and camping trips. It was my way of taking full advantage of my time in the desert. It fit right in to the narrative I had already created for myself years ago. As a... Continue Reading →

Civil Rights For The Mind

  I enjoy the observance of Martin Luther King Jr. Day because I enjoy the freedom that he and others with him have brought to my mind.  Many of us forget to appreciate the courageous acts of those who struggled for equality, because we often assume that, had we lived then, we would have been on... Continue Reading →


Woman, dear Woman, Shovel in hand, Spend half a day In the pit like a man Your fingers will bleed Your cough will turn gruff You’ll cry to signify You’ve had quite enough Throw down your tools And wail where you stand Such an option Don’t exist for a man Man, dear Father, Your son... Continue Reading →


Can God make a rock so big he can’t lift it?  Can God make a hole so small that he can’t go through it?  Can God microwave a burrito so hot he can’t eat it?  When I was a smart-alecky kid in Sunday school, I loved to ask these questions.  I, of course, did not... Continue Reading →


  Most people think of baptism as a ritual.  Those with a little more background on the sacrament see it as a symbol.  It is a symbol.  That’s true.  But it’s also an experience.  It’s a metaphor that you can feel; on your skin, in your clothes, through your hair.  It is less like the... Continue Reading →


(If you need something to shout) I want a room Where I can write on the walls Kick in the closets Until they're long as halls Pull in the corners To origami shapes Turn seventeen floor boards To verses ornate Splinters flying Falling in tune Over rhythms random In my growing room The shifting foundation... Continue Reading →

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