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Grow Mercy

Last Build Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2016 15:38:19 +0000


to begin a day

Sat, 26 Nov 2016 15:38:19 +0000

  rise leave the bedten steps to the kitchenfill the red kettleturn on the burnerrinse the French pressslice an orangesteep the coffeesit at the crossroadswait for the timpani of sunwait for brush strokes of rainpray in the only way you know howwait for light   and if not light   wait for a day to begin again

When you know you can’t see your friend again

Mon, 21 Nov 2016 16:19:55 +0000

— there is a grim loneliness in a coffee shop on a November afternoon:  two doing crossword puzzles, their wheeled-walkers stationed by their table;  a sullen girl in the corner with headphones, screen casting up a tin glare on her glasses;  a moustachioed man reading a paper—ads ripe with recrimination, news always old—and all of...

Desiring mercy in the wake of an election of retribution

Mon, 14 Nov 2016 22:41:04 +0000

In the ten-plus years I’ve scribbled about “desiring mercy not sacrifice”—that seemingly cryptic thing that Jesus said, which is at the heart of human survival, well-being and peace—there’s never been a clearer example of “sacrifice”, and there’s never been a clearer example of what is necessary for healing. Sacrifice, here, is that ancient mode of...

My friend is dying and things aren’t right

Wed, 02 Nov 2016 22:49:13 +0000

-posted with permission My friend is dying and I can’t get things right, can’t get emotion right, can’t get grief right, the duration right, the proximity right, can’t get my mind right. My friend is dying and I write nonsense about my religious upbringing because occasionally her and I enjoyed skewering our common religious upbringing....