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I am sorry for my own prejudice. And I’m sorry for dismissing racism as history ignoring that the past bleeds into the present.
I have often said that throughout my life I want to say honestly that those who are closest to me would feel the most loved. In other words, I want to be like Arthur Schultz.
So for those of you who feel this far more personally than I do, who have witnessed the system working against themselves and their communities, I’m sorry that I was too afraid to stand with you even in this very small way. That was cowardly.
I think we have a tendency to allow occupation to drive vocation to drive identity. When someone says “Tell me about yourself,” what’s the first thing that comes to mind? I’m guessing it has something to do with your job or your studies or your accomplishments . . . However, what’s your first thought if you ask yourself, “Who am I?”
That’s the point of Easter. Hope is alive. Hope is real. If I really believe that, it will change the way I engage in this world.
Despite the fact that life got harder, that my cares were mounting, I hadn’t lost the respect of others around me. No, I had the respect of all those who mattered in my life. But . . . I wasn’t satisfied. It wasn’t enough. I came to find out I needed love more than respect. I had to risk losing respect to take a step closer to intimacy.
Faith is not the absence of doubt. It’s the volitional rejection of doubt’s paralysis in order to take one step further into trust. Faith is trusting that there’s a bigger story than what I can see.