My America

A. Unabashed Pacifist:

I see it on the horizon.
I hear its gentle sounds in the next room.
I catch a hint of its aroma on the stranger who passes me in the street.
I detect its flavor in the dessert in an ethnic restaurant.
I feel it protruding slightly from the ear of a pet rabbit.
Peace is trying to reach me.

B. Unabashed Christian:

Holy One,

A thing of fragile beauty, to be appreciated but never touched, the rainbow comes only after a storm. Its loveliness reminds us of the goodness in store because of the rain. We can live on despite a storm’s destruction, secure in the promise and hope signaled by the rainbow. You are with us and you have good things in store for us.
Amen

C. Un-quoting Jesus:

“I’ll arm wrestle you, John, for the last piece of Martha’s fig pie.”

[No, I’m pretty sure He never said this.]

D. Blog: My America

- My America: “Fly me to the moon and I’ll create a landfill.”

- My America: “Land of opportunity – for scoundrels like Madoff.”

- My America: “Home of the brave – like the desk warriors who brought us Iraq.”

- My America: “Land of the free – unless you don’t happen to be white Christians.”

- My America: “Land of hope, despite its many flaws.”