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Because of Yesterday

By on Aug 18, 2017 in The Scrawl | 0 comments

I wanted to post something for you who read yesterday’s post.   Share this:ShareClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new...

The Weakness of Hallelujah

By on Aug 17, 2017 in The Scrawl | 0 comments

Hallelujah is an unusual word, all told. It’s not really one word, until it makes its way into the book of Revelation. Jesus never said it. It doesn’t actually appear in the Psalms. But it’s there, in the Bible, as a transliteration of two Hebrew words. Nicki Minaj and Leonard Cohen and Chris Cornell and Jeff Buckley(yes, I do know who wrote it) all sang it in various songs. Of course, it appears in Christian hymns, both historic and contemporary. And people say it without meaning it perhaps as much as they say the name God. Which fits, in its way. But the word, or the Hebrew combination of words, does something to me. The first word is hallel. A hallel is a praise, a song, an expression of our feeling of worship. The literal word means to shine. And I like that, because something that shines is, by its nature, passive. The moon exerts no effort in giving us light. It...

The Easy Evil of the Tribe

By on Jul 7, 2017 in The Scrawl |

It’s Friday and it’s time to rustle some feathers. I’m re-reading Crazy Love right now, so I am feeling really uncomfortable and want to share that with you. Something I observe and tweet about, on the regular, is the danger of tribalism. Tribalism is the natural go-to for humanity. We want tribes. We crave them. We want to belong. If anything, it’s one of the few things, as a high-level concept, we all agree on. We do. We don’t agree on the value of cats as a species, but we totally want to be either a cat person or a person who hates cats. So why is that? It’s far more comfortable to be within a tribe than outside of one. And here’s the interesting thing to me: we create ever smaller tribes when we no longer feel like we’re an important enough piece within our own tribe. So subtribes of subtribes of subtribes form. Instead of being a...

The Full Imagination

By on Jul 5, 2017 in The Scrawl |

I have a dangerous, wonderful, crazy, useful, lovely, sinful, redeemed imagination. Yeah, go ahead and parse that if you like, but those are just a handful of the words I use to describe my imagination. Coming through a life of utter and total depravity, coming through a life where everything was slanted, off-kilter, broken, and difficult, my mind developed in a rather unique way. I was in trouble for a very long time as a child. That sentence might not make sense at first, but it’s pretty much just as I have written it. There was a two year period where I was confined to my room, or doing chores, more often than I wasn’t. (That makes me sound like a prisoner but really I was just grounded more than anything.) I spent that time, or a majority of it, reading. I learned to grow my imagination and let it take me out of my confinement. So that all said, I believe that...

Are you broken yet?

By on Jun 30, 2017 in The Scrawl |

So much of my posting of late has been critical of the American church. I see it. I recognize that. And I am actually not that sorry for it. I can be critical of what I love and hope for. Why? Because being a prophetic voice isn’t about going along to get along. Today is no different. Well, maybe a little different. I have a problem with my own craven desire for comfort. I feel like a dog that knows what the word “vet” means. And my master has to chase me around the house for thirty minutes before I begin resisting getting into the car. I am rebellious. I am resistant to Him, regardless of how good it will be for me. I don’t want needles or pills or a bath or a new collar or anything. I don’t. I just don’t. And I see that I have been corralled into a situation where I have no more room to run. I am backed into a corner. God does this to me, often. I...

Two Walls

By on Jun 26, 2017 in The Scrawl |

In my last post, I used a dirty word. It was appropriate, I think, but the fact that I used an expletive, my first in a while, put some other thoughts into my head. Namely, what it means to publicly live out your faith between the caustic walls of our world these days. On one side, you have the wall of the world itself. This wall is full of mouths. Mouths that accuse you, constantly, of hypocrisy. “How dare you have an opinion about abortion that isn’t cohesive with my desire for government-funded child murder?! You can’t feel bad about your sins or my sins or anybody’s because SINS AREN’T SINS!” This world-wall is a constant, screeching yell, and it wears on the Christian. It would be so much easier if we could just go, “You know what? You’re right. There should be no standard by which we judge anyone, including ourselves.” And...