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Since I currently have several employers/supervisors/churches/etc., please know that none of the words on my blog represent them or their beliefs. This blog is my own creation.

It also does not represent my children's perspective, nor my mother's; they think I am funny, but misguided.
(Quick update: only my mother thinks I'm funny now.)

Monday, December 30, 2013

A Voice Was Heard In Trenton

A room at Trenton High, in much need of repair.
Full article & video here.
"Let us be still, O Lord,
let us dwell in the gentle silence 
of your approach. 
You who lift up the weak, 
who repairs the broken, 
who heals the sick; 
we await You. 
We struggle to remember 
that Your Kingdom is at hand. 
 Guide us Merciful Judge, 
in being instruments of your peace. 
May grace more abound within us!" 
~Gideon Addington

Scripture Readings: 
Psalm 148 & Matthew 2:1-23

A quick note: parts of this sermon are taken from a sermon I preached in 2009, which referenced Rosa Linda Fregoso's work meXicana Encounters: The Making of Social Identities on the BorderlandsIn the process of re-writing and adapting for today's sermon, the reference was lost. But the concept of borderlands and movement was inspired directly from that work. Here is a link to that sermon: "Ni de aquí, ni de allá" Thanks to Kimberly Allard who prompted me to look closer at what had changed.

There is a LOT to unpack in these few verses of scripture. But let me say this up front: I won’t get to

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

I Can Haz Snow Day

I was about to head to church for a meeting tonight, when the email came:

"Due to the weather, we have postponed tonight's meeting until Thursday. Please be safe and stay off the roads if you can."

I live in winter purgatory New Jersey, and so we get a fair amount of hell freezing over freezing rain, black ice, and wintry mix. This means there's not enough snow to justify snow days in the eyes of the

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Someone's At The Door

Today's sermon was preached from notes on the back of an envelope, hopped up on cold meds. It went something like how this blogpost goes, but I don't promise word for word. At one point I think I flailed my arm in the air and yelled "Stay woke!" which may or may not have made any sense in context.

At the end of the service I blessed the congregation with the benediction: "May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the fellowship of the Holy Spirit, and the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, with you always, Amen." Really could not remember the love of God part, so we will have to settle with being double graced by Jesus. My liturgist said we always need a double dose of Jesus' grace anyway.

More than the usual number of people said they took something important away from my sermon today. Except for one kind (and probably most honest) woman who said, "You got through it, dear.