Questions for Sunday school

What if God wasn’t something invisible and faraway to be worshipped and waited for, but something you were, in fact, obliged to be? Something you needed to be, and were needed to be? Not something out there that would eventually take care of you sometime in the...

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Floating

The cottonwood snow is falling outside, flying. Inside each puffy fluff is a seed, and these seeds ride the wind, all of the wind, the buffeting gusts that blow your hair and the subtlest streams that you can’t even feel. But the seeds can feel. They are sensitive,...

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Don’t forget to pack enough

Lately I’ve been walking with the word “enough.” It has proven itself to be well worth its weight in my pack. It carries two meanings. The first is a knife, the other a balm for healing. You’d want both on any journey. Some thoughts seem to require the knife. When...

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Whose life am I living?

Whose life am I living? It’s a question worth considering when I’m able to disentangle myself from the assumption that I already know the answer. It’s an untamed wilderness, this question, and it must be approached with the reverence demanded by all wild things. In...

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Take the medicine now

When you’re sick, your doctor can’t prescribe the proper medicine until she’s made the proper diagnosis. She uses your symptoms to identify the disease. Without symptoms, you’d never have gone to the doctor in the first place because you wouldn’t have known you were...

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Stop

Stop

What would it be like for you to stop reading, and to just be read instead? Could you stop writing, and be written? Could you abandon all theories and analyses? Each and every interpretation? Banish your precious questions, your beloved search. You once had to find...

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Dear Fear

Dear Fear, I’m onto you, my friend. You’re being cornered and there’s no escape, but you can relax. I’m not coming to kill you. I’m coming to know you. To love you. Because that’s what you’re really asking for, isn’t it? You’re just too terrified to ask for it...

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Flying blind

Flying blind

I can’t see where I’m going. I don’t know what it’ll be like to arrive there. It’ll probably be a lot like this, because when I arrive there, there won’t be there anymore. It’ll be here. Maybe there is here, which would mean I’m going nowhere. Maybe I’m just going,...

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