Monthly Archives: April 2006

This story shall the good man teach his son;

And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,

From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be remember’d;

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;

For he to-day that sheds his blood [drains his dram] with me

Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,

This day shall gentle his condition:

And gentlemen … There’s more to read here.

“He [Jesus] never shed his peace on this land/ so I started this damn Country band…” – Ryan Adams/Whiskeytown – “Faithless Street”

I wonder (along with Ryan Adams) how much contemporary music is started where faith ends – amidst the disappointment and discouragement found in the wake of God’s seeming silence. The more I listen to the neo-cynics (writers, singer-songwriters, bloggers, etc) I find such a longing for … There’s more to read here.

One of those nights – one of girls had a high fever and couldn’t sleep and another was coughing so keeping our oldest awake. In short, we all saw aspects of the night pass by in minute long sections. Wednesday is my busiest teaching day and I get home after 9pm, so this lack of rest becomes all the more pronounced.

As such, I am up now and facing the … There’s more to read here.

It is difficult to recast the Easter story, so I do extend grace to all those in the pulpit today attempting to make the message fresh and invigorating. Amidst the empty tomb and ‘cinema verite’ of the Passion events, there is still the glare of glossy eggs, bunny rabbits, and wicker baskets… let alone lack of preparation for the unexpected.

My daughter made a window design in an egg shape … There’s more to read here.

There is something haunting about today – Holy Saturday – which is the true ‘time between times’. Absolute negation, aporetic irony… all the usual stuff.

Maybe it is the left-over fragments of everything that proceeds this existential abyss – akin to the broken pieces of stone after a wall falls down, we either re-purpose these fragments or discard them. Such is the stewardship of regrets, loss and pain – either … There’s more to read here.

Kids are just so dang authentic. On Palm Sunday we armed an army of munchkins with palm branches and then proceeded to ask these kids just to “stand still and start waving the palms after we read the scripture regarding Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem.” Well… that lasted about 10 seconds… The kids were standing in close proximity to one another and started to WHACK each other with the palm branches. … There’s more to read here.