A Check to Progressive Christian Rage

During the past week, I’ve seen more hateful, vulgar, and frankly, unchristian remarks posted by progressive Christians as comments to posts and articles on social media. Now it could be that not all of those folks who posted are in fact Christians — but are instead perhaps among the growing number of Spiritual But Not Religious-identified folk who often visit progressive Christian websites and social media pages. However, to the extent that some of those hateful comments were posted by… Read more

“Pressure Pots”: a poetic repsonse to Boston & West, Texas tragedies

“doo doo doo do-do do. do. doo doo doo do-do do. do.” david and freddie knew. they knew about the pressure that comes down on me and you and through their song, we were blessed with a pop witness to the terror of knowing what this world’s all about. it honored the good friends who scream “let me out!” that witness is oh so needed. in an age when thousands follow the vapid, overly positive tweets and twitters of radiant… Read more

What’s Eating Michelle Shocked? A Pastoral Letter to a Sister in Christ

Dear Sister Michelle, I’m a Christian pastor who is a long time fan of your music and have seen you perform live twice. The first time was in Washington, D.C. when you were touring with Billy Bragg in 1988 and the most recent time was at the Wild Goose Festival in North Carolina two years ago. I don’t think you identified as a Christian in 1988 but many of your early songs suggested to me that I should view you… Read more

Spiritual But Not Giving a Damn

I write now in particular to those who lean Christian in their Spiritual But Not Religiousness. There’s no such thing as solo Christianity. You can’t follow Jesus by yourself. Read more

Jesus — An Unwanted Christmas Present?

A Devotion for Christmas Day and beyond. “Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me… If you love me, keep my commands. 16 And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another advocate to help you and be with you forever— 17 the Spirit of truth. The world cannot accept him, because it neither sees him nor knows him. But you know him, for he lives with you and will be in… Read more

“fast hog to breadhouse”

every trailer park has its own rules… some let you dry your laundry out on a line, others don’t; some allow pets off leash, some don’t even let you have pets at all; some let you paint your siding any color you want, some want all of the rigs to look exactly alike; some let you build carports, some only let you have one car on your lot – and it can’t be on blocks. but on top of the… Read more

Santa in a Brothel

I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink  …. I was imprisoned in a brothel and you rescued me. So begins Daniel Walker’s book God in a Brothel. It’s a bold and blunt beginning and the rest of the book is nothing but boldness and bluntness. The book is a primer on the ugly reality of human slavery – particularly sex trafficking. It’s a tell-all account of one man’s… Read more

What Jesus and Barney Have in Common

Over the past year, our nation has been divided in ways that we haven’t seen seen since the Civil War. For who knows what reason, just a few days before our recent election, the folks at CNN decided to add fuel to the fire. They published a piece entitled, “Do you believe in a red state Jesus or a blue state Jesus?” The author shares how a factor in how our citizenry is divided is theology. As the author of… Read more

Puny Pastor Prays for President?

It’s official. My life is surreal. Last Tuesday I received a call from a representative of the Obama campaign inviting me to provide the prayer of invocation before the president spoke at his massive rally at the Coors Event Center at C.U. in Boulder later that week. Since my parents didn’t raise any dummies, I said yes. On Thursday night of last week, I was ushered through a cloth, air-conditioned corridor in that hot gym along with several other VIPs… Read more

Bolder: A Poem

wearing soiled gloves and grimey coats that stink of maddog and night-train, on a cold october night, we can see our firey breath. we’re 12 scruffy long-beards huddled round a barrel in the alley behind the oddfellows hall on pearl st. 4 of us used to have crew cuts and still have tattoos of eagles, globes, and anchors on our arms. 5 of us need psychotropics and counseling  — but don’t have anyone to prescribe them. a newspaper blows our… Read more

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