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If I Had a Hammer …

I live in a rural area. We had to disconnect our “upgraded” “digital” cable many years ago, because the service was so lousy we could never watch our TV. After that, when we got hit by lightning the second time, … Continue reading

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My Mother’s Yankee Daughter

Here is a story that became a legend in our family: We were driving to church. My brother and I were kids. We were talking about the Civil War. Both of us knew it was fought to end slavery and … Continue reading

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Nineteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

[A sermon on Acts 8:26-40, the Uniform Series text for Sunday, August 13, 2017.] What in the world are we supposed to make of this story? This peculiar story about a meeting, as it turns out, an appointment, arranged by … Continue reading

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Seventeenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

[ A sermon on Amos 7:10-17, delivered at a small church in southern Indiana …} This episode in the life of Amos is a lesson in heroism. Not the kind of heroism that runs into burning buildings and pulls people … Continue reading

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On Wanting Language to Say Something

I worry about “semantic freewheeling,” at this moment in history in particular. Bourdieu says this: …language is the exemplary formal mechanism whose generative capacities are without limits. There is nothing that cannot be said and it is possible to say … Continue reading

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Painfully Timely

This was one of the daily lectionary readings today: There are six things The HOLY ONE hates – no, seven things God detests: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that kill the innocent, a heart that plots evil, feet that … Continue reading

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Seasons’ Greetings

Since my father died, I have tried to re-establish the practice of sending Christmas cards. It was a response to shame, as my personal initiatives often are. My dad sent Christmas cards, I realized when I cleaned out the house, … Continue reading

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