Lamentation

A combination of reading Eugene Peterson's paraphrase of Psalm 28 and the 15th anniversary of the attacks on September 11 brought on the need to write this lamentation.  I was living in New Jersey at the time, and these are the accusations I shouted at the ceiling.

Holy Conversation, the silent variety

Temp Job Week Three

Recovering from Empathizing

Temp Job Week Two

Kelly Girls

The hit-and-run of your emphatic abruptness.

I had to talk to Jesus about you.

Then you said your son was

driving in from Texas in an old pick-up truck,

and you requested prayers from them that do,

and you showed me an image of an electric guitar

like the one your husband plays in the praise band at church,

the one that usually sells for three thousand dollars,

but that he got at a super discount,

and later you said your son had arrived safely

and had delivered a wonderful surprise --

your mamma had come for the weekend.

I hesitate to give the glory to God.

Jesus has never worked that fast before.