What’s left of my dad?

How do we forgive our Fathers?
 / Maybe in a dream
 / Do we forgive our Fathers for leaving us too often or forever
 when we were little?
 / Maybe for scaring us with unexpected rage / 
or making us nervous
 because there never seemed to be any rage there at all.
 / Do we forgive … Continue reading What’s left of my dad?

A call for radical love

A little note to start: I'm breaking my unintentional blogging fast with this post because, in times like this, I have to write. It's my first way of doing something. And in times like this, we have to do something. 
This morning after church, I said to someone (I won't name names, but I don't … Continue reading A call for radical love