Among his final words on the wooden beams were: “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” This proclamation, for me, represents the essential cry of our age. For almost all of the people I talk with, inside and outside the community, this is the core cry of their hearts. This is basically how they and how I experience life. It is my primal scream. Tonight I am starting home-group again. Anybody can come. We gather around and listen... Read more

There are times when the mind simply cannot comprehend the trauma that occurs to it. I remember experiencing a church split in 1997 and the years that followed. I kept my mind occupied concocting a story-line to try to understand it. The religious mind is particularly capable of this. “God is doing this.” “God is doing that.” “God is doing this because…” “God isn’t doing this because…” Finding a story line or a thread of plot in the rubble somehow... Read more