“If the foundations are destroyed, what can the people do?” Psalm 11:3

Last spring, Bret Weinstein, a professor who voted for Bernie Sanders and refers to himself as “deeply progressive,” received threats for disagreeing with others who probably also voted for Sanders. The point of disagreement was whether white people should stay off the Evergreen State College campus in Olympia, Washington, on a designated day for minorities to have the campus to themselves.

Weinstein disagreed in writing:

““There is a huge difference between a group or coalition deciding to voluntarily absent themselves from a shared space in order to highlight their vital and under-appreciated roles, and a group or coalition encouraging another group to go away. The first is a forceful call to consciousness, which is, of course, crippling to the logic of oppression. The second is a show of force, and an act of oppression in and of itself . . . .I will be on campus on the Day of Absence.” Continue Reading…


Early in America’s argument over Roe v. Wade, a group of pro-life supporters sat down with abortion supporters to see if they could find some common ground.

A day or two earlier, pro-life feminists had examined the contents of a dumpster behind an abortion clinic and retrieved a dead child–the victim of a late term abortion–a little girl.

During the meeting as both sides chatted amiably, a woman stepped forward cradling the infant’s body. She explained that the child she held in her hands had died by abortion. She gave everyone in the room clarity about the issue. There could be no middle ground. Continue Reading…

Praying Psalm 90 on 9/11

September 11, 2017 — Leave a comment

Lord, you have been our refuge through all generations.

Before the mountains were born, the earth and the world brought forth, from eternity to eternity you are God.

Lord, help us remember Your Providence in forming and guiding America. Help us remember that You have always been and will always be.

You turn humanity back into dust, saying, “Return, you children of Adam!”

A thousand years in your eyes are merely a day gone by. 

Help us to remember that You are outside of time. Time has no constraints on You as it has on us.

Before a watch passes in the night, you wash them away; They sleep, and in the morning they sprout again like an herb. 

In the morning it blooms only to pass away; in the evening it is wilted and withered.

Bless those who serve to protect us. Help our enemies to turn to the Light–You–and walk with You in communion with us.

Truly we are consumed by your anger, filled with terror by your wrath. 

You have kept our faults before you, our hidden sins in the light of your face. Continue Reading…

Ripples in the Flood Waters

September 7, 2017 — 2 Comments

It’s a Dunkirk of sorts, the National Catholic Register points out. Dunkirk was a moment when private citizens took it upon themselves to rescue trapped British and French soldiers. The rescue averted a presumed inevitable disaster that would have resulted in Germany’s occupation of Great Britain.

But that isn’t what happened.

People stood up and made the difference. Not specially trained soldiers and sailors. Just regular folk. And the same thing happened in the literal wake of Hurricane Harvey.

NPR reported: “All over Houston, you see what is being called the Texas Navy: private citizens pulling their fishing boats behind pickups. They’re launching their vessels at the water’s edge, which could be anywhere that a street becomes a bayou.”

Today another storm prepares to rage against another state–Florida. Florida doesn’t expect the flooding Harvey brought to Houston. But the winds Hurricane Irma brings could be devastating. People are already preparing to help. Regular folk.

Water rises or simply falls, yet helpers and rescuers drop small pebbles into it. Ripples go on as people touch the lives of other people. We change others. Others change us. Continue Reading…

Boomer greeted his master. A very tired master arrived Saturday night after a delayed flight and a car ride in the rain.

But now–home.

Thanks to all who prayed! Many blessings to you and yours.

Today we celebrate. All of us. With our potluck, cookout, loud, amazing love.

Prayers for those still serving. For the nation that sends them.  And for those in the midst of turmoil.

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No Empty Nest Here

August 31, 2017 — Leave a comment

I was waiting at a restaurant so popular you often have to stand in line to get a table. She waited behind me. The mother of older teens who had adopted one more.

She spoke to me, perhaps not realizing how profound she was being.

“Just because you’re older, doesn’t mean you’re done parenting.”

We’d had three exchange students by then, but all had come when we had one or two kids still at home.

When I was standing at the restaurant, we were empty nesters. But life can change with one spoken sentence. So my life was changed. Continue Reading…

Western Civilization has rounded the bend toward decline before. Awakening came and the people returned to God. Reprieves come. But faithlessness returns. And we have no guarantees that reprieve will come again.

How to pray?

That people would return to God.

That our faithfulness would manifest itself in love for each other, love for our enemies, and love for our perceived enemies–those who disagree with us, those who are different from us. That we would reject presumption, assumption, and pride.

That we would embrace gratitude and reject entitlement.

That believers would dismiss our petty differences and come together in accord and love for Christ, His Church, and those in need. Continue Reading…

(Boomer sits in once more for Nancy E.)

They say he’s coming back soon–my master. It’s that word soon. They keep saying it.

I’ve been here for a long time. Time. It’s a word like soon. Time seems always to be just ahead of us. But we never catch it. Soon never seems to arrive.

It’s been a long time for the humans too.

Since the last time I addressed you, it’s been good. The humans and I get along fine. I’ve made a second home here. I have beds all over the place. The people here think a couple of them are for me. What they call a dog bed sits beside their bed, and a blanket sprawls on the floor in the office. I make do with them when I must. Continue Reading…

When people within the system realize what has happened, they try to correct “the mistake.” They ask Fitzmaurice why he wants to live this way. They think they know the answers. They even think they know better than he does what it’s like to have this disease. 

But they don’t know. And they don’t know Fitzmaurice.

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I sat in the classroom fourteen years ago, but not as a student. It was my last parent-teacher conference. Soon my youngest child would graduate.

I didn’t understand the nature of this class. Something about America, but not history. Something about government, but not civics. It was a half-year course, an elective, seemingly designed to fulfill a requirement of time studied, or time served, if you will.

When I asked the teacher the purpose of the class, he replied that he taught students what their rights were as Americans.

He didn’t respond to my mention of their duties. Continue Reading…