It's Thursday but Sunday is coming....
Most days I wake up and say, “It’s time to say something.” Then I acquiesce to the reality that so many words are taking over and so few are listening, so why bother saying something in written fashion? My friend, David Forney, says, “don’t write for an abstracted audience; write for you.” I write for me today and invite you to join or ignore me. I remember confronting every Sunday during my pastoral years wondering how to say something meaningful and impactful based on the last six days and the next six days. I always had the laity in mind as I prepared for Sunday. I entered knowing that my dad went to worship for decades as a restaurant manager or salesmen. I now view Sundays through his eyes and wonder, “What is good news for this man?” We are tired, America. Our politics, police, and population are filled with anxiety and everyone feels like a victim at some level. Black lives have always been a victim in US democracy; this is not debatable, which creates an uncontesta