Truth: Sad/Mad/Glad/Afraid.

Yesterday I was hanging out in a lobby at MD Anderson, waiting for my friend who was doing an interview for a potential chaplaincy internship. As she nervously made her way to the interview, I claimed a seat in the lobby to wait. This was not my first time in a hospital lobby - I've…

Truth: Comprehension

My grandmother’s frail hands slightly shook, uncontrolled, as they waivered over the opened Bible in front of her.  She looked at me, then back to the text, and then back at me.  I could see the frustration in her eyes: she was frustrated because she wanted to talk to me and ask me questions about…

The Heart’s Home

A few years ago I was living in a tiny apartment in Salida and I was trying to watch television.  I say trying, because I found cable to be an unnecessary expense, so I had the old-style rabbit ear antenna.  Its two wires stood straight up from a base on top of my TV, and…

Truth: Words

I’m not proud of it, but I must admit that there are times when I’m really good at tearing people down.  Sometimes I’m mad at the person and will intentionally say something mean or rude that cuts deep and will emotionally wreck them.  And sometimes, in a moment of playfulness, I’ll say something that is…

Palms and Purex

I had skipped church this morning and was sitting at the laundromat pondering this holy day, this Palm Sunday.  (Long digression: I have been crunched for time lately and my pile of dirty clothes outmatched my pile of clean clothes; I was dipping into the reserves – those clothes I wear only when I have…

Complaint Line Starts Here

Have you ever had a really bad day?  Like, really bad, where from start to finish, everything that could possibly go wrong went spectacularly wrong?  Those days where, by 9 am, you’re ready to throw in the towel and call it a day, head back home, and go to bed?  I will admit proudly that…

Truth: Shitholes

Jefferson is this little city in Colorado that I have oftentimes driven through on my way to Denver. There’s a small grocery/diner/bar/bathroom surrounded by a few houses. Located in the South Park Valley where it’s cold and windy, as an outsider I always want to move through it as quickly as I can. I don’t…

Reality? TV.

I’m tired of TV.  Night after night I flip through the channels in hopes of stumbling across something decent to watch, but I have yet to find anything worthwhile. The reality tv thing isn’t for me – it never has been. 16 & Pregnant, 19 Kids and Counting, A Double Shot of Love, Ace of…

Five Part Race.

Note: There are parts of this essay which have non-politically correct language, and to be honest, some racial slurs.  I feel it’s necessary to put them in and I hope you understand the context in which they are used. I grew up in the suburbs of Denver, which isn’t exactly as diverse or exciting as…

Q&A For Realsies.

Every church has its ‘meet and greet’ session, usually somewhere towards the beginning.  The pastor will get up and say a few words, maybe make an announcement or two, then say something like, “Now will you take a moment to greet those around you”.  And there are hands being shook, friends talking, and gossip flowing…