To be Heard

This week, I am participating in the #Fireworkpeople blog tour.

We all want to have a voice. We want people to listen to what we have to say and tell us our words are important.  As a result, we have a celebrity-obsessed culture that judges your value based on how many people listen.  No matter what you are actually saying, if you have millions of twitter followers, you must be important.  Continue reading

This week sounds like… the walls that divide

This week, I’m thinking of the walls that divide and the great distances that separate one person from another.  I’m thinking of the neighborhood lines in Chicago that cleanly divide one race from another.  I’m thinking of the disagreements between the Maasai and the Kikuyu tribe in Kenya.  I’m thinking about the cultural differences that separate the indigenous Mayans and Mestizos here in Guatemala.  I’m thinking about the ever-growing divide between progressive and fundamentalist Christians.  I’m thinking about the nationalists and unionists in Northern Ireland, who literally separate themselves with a wall in Belfast. 

Belfast peace wall

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Thoughts on Expectations

Today, I was asked to give the message at my church here in Xela.  It comes from the lectionary text for this week, Matthew 21:33-44.  


Sometimes, I like to imagine there will be one defining moment in my life.  There will be a single moment when my life is completely transformed, and everything from that point forward is better than it was before.  I think we all want this.  We all want to have a before and an after. For example, “before I met the love of my life, my days were sad and depressing.”  “After I met my the perfect person, every single moment is like living a dream.”  This might happen in movies, but it isn’t reality. Continue reading

Thoughts on Prayer

This week, I’ve been exploring prayer.  Not because I’m an expert, but because I too often find myself asking “What’s the point?”  99% of the time, I’m asking for all the wrong things.   I don’t understand why anything I could ask would make any difference at all.

I don’t have it all figured out, but I can tell you that the times I have felt most at peace have been the times when I haven’t used any words at all.  I think that sometimes I forget that an important part of any conversation–even with the creator of the universe–is listening. Continue reading