Enter through the Narrow Gate

The problem is that we don’t actually know what will make us happy. We’ve received many of our desires, things we thought would make us happy, changed ourselves in every conceivable way, and still feel largely unsatisfied. The fulfillment of desire is generally not very satisfying in the larger sense. We realize that what we thought we wanted wasn’t it after all. It didn’t give us lasting happiness. A new […]

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FirstDay Sermon: Walking on Water

Early one morning, after a night of praying on the mountaintop, like Supreme Yogi Masters do, SexyJesus descended the rock to meet his disciples, whose boat was far from land. He walked on the water toward them. “Dude, that shit’s a ghost!” Levi said.  Thomas cowered his head under his robe. “No, it can’t be the Lord.”  The others cried out. Mary Magdalene and Samantha stayed sleeping in each other’s […]

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Don’t Put People in Boxes

I hope you have a few minutes. This post has scenes and stuff. Good clips to watch. Grab your coffee or potato chips and plan to stay a bit. So. Stereotypes. Categorizing people. Putting people in little boxes of identity, smacking labels on them and denying their inherent majesty. Bad, bad idea. I have random 90s movies that waft through my head at the strangest hours, giving my own realizations […]

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This Is How We Do It: The Prayer Edition

This is how we do it. It’s Friday night, and I feel alright. The party’s here on the West Side. Haha, I’m just kidding. That’s a song. I have no idea what that song is about. Dancing and partying, maybe? It’s from the 90s and it’s from this guy named Montell Jordan. I don’t know what happened to him after the song got popular. Perhaps he is waiting tables. There […]

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The Same Story Twice

Sometimes I tell the same story, because it is a story that is so powerful it must be shared again and again. And I am reminded of a poem I read at my college graduation, because I was selected to give the speech, about telling stories over and over, about how that’s kind of what life is about. The poem was Anne Sexton’s “Cinderella,” and I had been student-teaching high […]

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