Going Home

A. Unabashed Pacifist:

When the peace train arrives, I’ll be holding the welcome banner that says: “Thank God you’re here.”

B. Unabashed Christian:

Holy One,

If I ask for bread, you give me a baker’s dozen loaves.
12 and 1 to grow on.
I do get satisfaction – plus!
Amen

C. Un-quoting Jesus:

“Andrew, you have to get beyond this sibling rivalry. Just accept it: Peter is like the high priest; you’re like the acolyte.”

[Did He know sibling rivalry? Imagine His siblings trying to live up to the patterns He set! But no, He didn’t say that.]


D. Blog: Poem

On My Way Home

On my way home, I notice a yellow rose.
It beckons me to come near, invites me to inhale its scent.

On my way home, the sparrows lead me beside the chain-link fence.
They stick their heads through the gaps and call for me to follow.

On my way home, I almost step on a shard of glass.
When I look in it, my reflection takes me to a hall of mirrors.

On my way home, I reach my car.
From there, a faceless radio voice accompanies me.