Let the River Flow: A Sermon on Amos 5:18-24
My people, how are we going to respond to God’s justice? At times, particularly over the last 4 years, or 400 years, it may seem stuck in the snow at the top of Mount Tahoma, but surely the spring comes and the snow melt begins and it turns into a tiny, seemingly-insignificant stream, and then that stream merges with others and becomes a crashing river and a rolling, tumbling, roiling cascade.
Pretty Words for Messy Work: A Sermon on Matthew 9:35-10:8
Here we have a vision of what could be. People showing up, with their own life experiences, multifaceted identities, and varying levels of access to resources, embracing the vision of the Autonomous Zone, a vision of a world beyond punitive policing. This is a vision from our Black, brown and indigenous siblings, and I want to follow this vision.