Shorter of breath, and one day closer

I stopped using the Fitbit for anything but a watch. A day at work gives me 10,000 steps by the time the whistle blows, this I’ve learned, and the sleep tracker tells me nothing I don’t already know about how little time I spend sleeping. And we say time can be spent, like money, like…

Money Love Gun

When the shooting stops seventeen more kids are dead. But the shooting doesn’t stop. It happens again. And again. And again. Could happen today, could be my kids get shot. The total is almost 200,000, not including the dead, the number of kids still alive with lives destroyed from witnessing other kids ripped apart by…

My Ignorance and Disrespect of Books Offends

The bookstore I operate currently features a table displaying books about Christianity. We do this every year at this time, because every year at this time, Easter. We’ll do it again in December, because Christmas. Today I received a complaint via email about a book featured on the table. The gist of the complaint was that Zealot:…

Longing

A stone drops into a pond, punches a hole in it. Water balls up, born, leaps up and out, alive in drops that sing, rise, separate from the rest. No longer at rest, they spin, suspended, frozen, apart. No longer a part of the whole, they wonder, question, desire. They stall. They begin to fall.…

Truth, shopping carts, theories of everything

We need a Theory of Everything for religion. You know, like the one physicists are looking for in physics. One that ties up in a nice little bundle all the disparate understandings, or lack thereof. One that makes all the little quantum thingies and big space-time things that do (or don’t) make sense by themselves…

Words like violence break the silence

Ideas continue to bubble up, and sometimes desire. But there is no time, and not much energy. Writing feels like something I used to do, a long time ago. The actors always convince me, to my horror, that most of what I’ve written about them until now is false. It is false because I write…

A quick thought on thought

A junior monk was carrying water from the river to the main house. Seeing his master chopping wood, he stopped to ask, “Master, what is thought?” The master paused, and responded, “Thought is breath.” The junior monk did not understand, but it was clear his master had no more to say. He continued to the…

Where to begin

Consider the arrival of a new tenant to a basement apartment. He is a young man in his late twenties. He has a goatee and sideburns, because the year is 1998, and most young men of that time had those things on their face. He wears jeans and a t-shirt, has very few belongings, all…

Snowglobe

That night, everyone agreed to be still. Front doors stood firm, no one opened them lest the snow be swept aside, or clumsy boots crunch holes in it. The thought of tire tracks was repugnant, made us squint and shake our head. Peace was spreading, or rather falling, and leveling out over crushed beer cans…

Good fake news today

Woke up this morning with a light heart, not heavy, not suffocating. The air didn’t weigh on me like it used to and will again, it was clean. The sky was more blue than last month, and the bankers fangs were muzzled. I was not sure, not entirely, whether they would act in my best…