Not Your Average Will

Do you remember the movie Bruce Almighty? (This film about a narcissistic, ego-centric, ungrateful, pessimistic, money-hungry guy who has an encounter with God that changes his life.) Our three boys were watching it a few weeks ago in the backseat of the car while we travelled Rt. 80 through the pastoral hues of western PA toward our family holiday destination. And even though I couldn’t see the screen from the front passenger seat and only listened to the scenes with half an ear while reading a book, in the peripherals of my mind I was following the storyline of a movie that I hadn’t seen in more then five years. But for some reason I was pulled out of my peripheral-listening and became sharply focused right as this particular point near the end of the movie: Bruce has reached the absolute end of himself and is wandering the city streets like a person gone mental; his stagger is that of a man who’s been stripped of all his walls and has nothing left but the bare and wretched truth of his human condition. If that isn’t enough, the sky suddenly opens over his realized condition and lets-down this skin-soaking storm as if to seal his situation as dire – just in case he was mistaken about it before. He finally gives in to the inevitable and plummets to his knees on the asphalt, stretches his arms all the way east-to-west, throws his head up to heaven and shouts into the downpour, “OKAY!!! I SURRENDER TO YOUR WILL!!!” And no sooner are the words dredged from the pit of his dying narcissistic heart then he is hit square in the body by a horn-blasting semi-truck . . .

Would you follow me over to Deeper Story today to hear the rest of this narrative?

{Also: Hi!!! I’m back!!! I have updates and stories and post-sabbatical notes to share with y’all! I’m not sure how much of it I will be able to write out here, but I’m gonna do my best to clear my chest in the coming weeks. :)}

{Also, also: Hi!!! I LOOOOOOOOOVE you!!!!}



Photo Credit: Amy Ballinger via Flickr

Intimacy In All Things ::

Initially it felt like a bit of a deviation for me, this next post. But, I reflected a little further and a little longer and wasn’t surprised in the end to discover that my next muse did indeed harmonize beautifully and fully with what it means for me to intentionally {and hopefully} craft all dimenions of life into fine, fine art.

Now that I’m done being cryptic, would you care to wander over to Deeper Story  {} today and find out what I’ve been writing about?! I’d love to have you . . . and I do mean LOVE to have you! Just come on over. And if you feel so inclined? Leave me your thinkings! :)



forgive me Father for i have exploited your Son

Let me tell you a story about a girl who is sometimes cynical, sometimes judgmental, sometimes narrow and harsh . . . always repentant.

I recently returned from a Christian conference and have been sorting through a variety of emotions since. In my one hand I hold close and dear the memories of high and holy moments where collective love and celebration were given and received; where mutual understanding, kindred-heart sharing and vitally deep soul-connection was gifted and returned. There was such a waterfall of spiritual resonance with a handful of Jesus-woman . . . across geography and time, they will forever be bosom-sisters. It was good.

In the other hand I hold my wrestlings from that weekend and I bring them to you. Would you work them through with me?

There were parts that felt like a coming together at the temple of commercialized Jesus. I’m given, upon registration, a bag full of token Christian paraphernalia: a Christian blanket, a Christian plastic cup, 5 or more Christian books, Christian jewelry and Christian pamphlets and Christian advertisements to spend more of my Christian money to keep the Christian empire rolling in cash flow. I’m choking on Christian. And dammit. I don’t need any of it . . .

Today I’m writing over at Deeper Story and I my or may not have thrown myself under someone’s bus. Follow me there for the rest of this story . . .

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Why I Don’t Go To Church

Dear Reader,

Your question – the one about church and “why go?” – has stayed suspended in my molecular space and will not leave for the life of me.

And I’ve been ruminating, rolling the query over and around.

Now it sits, just there, a small burden in my belly.

Because the thing is, I don’t believe that all Christians should go to church, but I absolutely believe, from every angle of my feeble heart, that all Christians need to do Church . . .


Today I’m over at Deeper Story ( – if the link doesn’t work.) talking about church . . . Join me?

A Question Of Judgment

Hello Friends! Today I am over at Deeper Story talking about–drum roll please—JUDGMENT. Egads!

This was the most excruciating post I have ever written. I’m still shivering. But, if you travelled on over and left your two cents, it might make me feel all better. ;)