Monthly Archives: July 2016

If God loves me, why can’t I get my locker open?

an ode to a friend.

i was thirteen when i met you; well, one day shy. scared someone would ask, guess how young i was. too young for highschool, really. you were two doors down from me. lockers were arranged alohabetically, my “l-a” just two doors ahead of your “k-u”. you wove a strange humor into this new world: lunch in the kiva, essays about locker buddies, crashing each other’s baptist youth groups. we capsized a catamaran and hiked and jumped our way into a canyon. we helped eat a six foot long banana split and sported cigars in a hobo contest. we survived the sophomore year ghetto lockers, complete with cockroaches and black widows. we read “devotions” in a book by the title of this blog. mostly, you did the crazy things, some of which you didn’t own til our 25th reunion. i was too much a good girl, my only safety in a world of day child/night child.
and so this week, we “retreated”. a combo of work for you and silent space for me. and in the evenings, shared space. we turned the temperature down to 68 in our desert hacienda, and lit a roaring fire. we shared story and tears, and laughed over tea bag mishaps.
through it all weaves almost 4 decades of shared life. not quite; you are still older than ne. just like that first day of highschool so long ago.

God bless America…

May God bless us with a restless discomfort about easy answers, half truths, and superficial relationships. So that we may seek truth boldly and love deeply within our hearts.

May God bless us with holy anger at injustice, oppression, and exploitation of people.  So that we may tirelessly work for justice, freedom, and peace among all people.

May God bless us with the gift of tears to shed with those who suffer from pain, rejection, starvation, or the loss of all that they cherish. So that we may reach out our hands to comfort them and transform their pain into joy. 

May God bless us with enough foolishness to believe that we really can make a difference in this world. So that we are able, with gods grace, to do what others claim cannot be done.

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May God bless us with enough foolishness to believe that we really can make a difference in this world. So that we are able, with God’s grace, to do what others claim cannot be done. 

And the blessing of God the supreme majesty and our creator, Jesus Christ be incarnate Word who is our brother and Savior, and the Holy Spirit, our advocate and guide, be with us and remain with us this day and forever more.

Amen. 

A Franciscan prayer