C.S. Lewis said of Heaven, “There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.” This Easter weekend, I contemplate Jesus and our resurrection.
Yesterday, Pope Francis published a letter addressing a Grand Jury Report which catalogs horrifying cases of sexual abuse mismanaged or intentionally concealed by leaders within multiple Roman Catholic Dioceses.
I had hand-drawn cards from my kids, a bottle of wine and roses from my husband, but I felt I couldn’t fully appreciate them. Mother’s Day just wasn’t about me. There was an emptiness that could only be explained by the hole that was left by my mother.
Because, no matter how smart, strategic, or passionate you may be, you have been sent out as sheep among wolves.
I stole his gun. I hid it, unloaded and wrapped in a towel, in a box of chintzy craft supplies, knitting, and fashion accessories I’d accrued as a teenager. It was the last place he’d look. I left the ammo in his dresser drawer. It was my way of mocking him, as if to say, “I’ve taken your power, but left the bullets so you can play marbles with them.”
In a dramatic piece published by The New Yorker, author Rebecca Mead refers to, The Passion of Emma González, comparing the plucky teen girl to Joan of Arc, and by implication, Jesus Christ. While the writer no doubt intends the saintly veneration of González, she is contributing to the psychological crucifixion of these children.
These days, I don’t expect people to care. I don’t expect people to pay attention or comprehend a problem unless you rub their noses in it. Nevertheless, the level of apathy and negligence demonstrated by Broward County Sheriff’s Office shocked me.
As a child, it was weird watching the news and seeing the media abuzz with Bill Clinton’s sex scandals. I was probably about seven years old. I remember how my parents, staunch Republicans and conservative Christians, were disgusted by the parade of lurid accusations and shameless lies. “He’s an embarrassment,” they said. “He’s a sick pervert.” Even then, long before …
A week has passed since the unthinkable occured at Sutherland Springs First Baptist Church, just east of San Antonio, Texas. This morning, during worship at Cornerstone Presbyterian Church, I played and sang Jesus, Keep Me Near The Cross, which is a beautiful old Baptist hymn. The survivors of the massacre were lifted up in prayer. Here is a video I recorded …
In an article published Sunday night on BuzzFeed, Star Trek: Discovery actor Anthony Rapp has revealed that back when he was a budding 14-year-old Broadway star, Kevin Spacey attempted statutory rape. It all happened after a party at Spacey’s apartment. As the only kid in attendance, Anthony was bored. Not knowing anyone else there, he wandered off to a bedroom …
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