The Wrestler

This painting by Jack Baumgartner portrays Jacob Wrestling the Angel from the book of Genesis. It’s a central metaphor for this blog – wrestling with life, health, urban issues, and even with God.

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The Secret Garden: A Tribute to my mother-in-law Elaine Grant/ aka Mom

There is an outdoor kind of lounge/garden area that I grew to love when I would come and visit her. It seems that almost no one knows about this place. It’s beautiful and barely anyone ever visits it. I view it now as my own personal Secret Garden. This is the first time I’ve come here on my own since she has passed. I feel close to her in this place.

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Two 20-year anniversaries for me

Life truly does have a funny way about it. There is so much joy, love, beauty, and wonder.
And there is also so much pain, suffering, confusion, fear and doubt.
There are many days where I wish the downside of life just didn’t have to happen.
But I know that it does.
For everyone.

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MS, school, God, and Marigolds (I think)

This Carmelite monk dude that lives in the monastery told me about a secret pathway down over the hill to the edge of the river. All I had to do was go down the road a little and look for the sign that says ‘do not enter’ and then, well, enter.
That of course is my kind of path!

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I Wanna New Drug

The thing about this drug is that it is the first ever medication that addresses issues related to progressive MS; the kind that I have. Apparently it can significantly slow down the progress of the disease. That’s a very big deal if it’s true.

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The Easter Streets: Raised from the Dead

In our churches, we often hear sermons with complex theological perspectives on the crucifixion and resurrection. But our community isn’t looking for sophisticated theology. Precise understandings of “crucifixion” and “resurrection” make for good debate and discussion in the hallways of seminaries, but they provide cold comfort on the street.

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My Holy Saturday prayer (based on 1 Cor 13)

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth

Lord, it’s on this Holy Saturday that we are meant to remember the day that you were dead and buried in a tomb
On this day we try and imagine what it must be like to not have access to the Father through you
On this day we remember those who were celebrating the evil deed of murdering you and getting rid of their perceived threat to their power
They were delighting in evil
There was no love in their hearts

It’s so easy to point my finger at them on this day and wonder as to what depths of darkness they must have fallen
It’s easy for me, knowing how the story ends, to not go into the same kind of grief your followers must have felt on this day when they believed that you had been defeated

But I keep forgetting that I too would have either been amongst the mobs crying out for your murder or at the very least would have been amongst those who were in deep mourning and despair that you had been killed
and therefore must have been telling me lies the whole time

To be honest, I sometimes even wonder that now.
Is it really true that you’re actually alive today?

On this day Lord, when there’s still so very much that is wrong with the world
When there’s still so very much that is wrong with me
Help me not to dwell on the evil all around me
Help me not to delight in it

Help me to know what it even means to rejoice with the truth
Help me to believe so strongly on this day that you have already risen and that you will indeed come again to make everything right once and for all,
That I will have no choice but to celebrate, delight, and yes even rejoice in your truth

amen

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Love Keeps no Record of Wrongs

how on earth did you manage to forgive them?
How did you find the strength while you were hanging there to ask your Father to ‘forgive them for they know not what they do’?
How do you not keep a record of those wrongs?

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Love Does Not Boast

On this day when you could have violently demonstrated that you were in fact the King of kings,
On this day when you had every right to boast about who you were/are,
Lord of lords, Almighty God, Creator and Preserver of all things,
Remind me again and again that I truly have nothing to boast about.

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Love doesn’t envy?

Lord, this whole love thing is starting to hurt now.
Do you mean that if I envy someone else that I must have some more growing to do in the love department?
If that’s the case, I have a lot of work to do.

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Holy Tuesday Gratitude

The religious elite are ramping up their conspiracies to trap Jesus.
They are bloodthirsty and out to murder Him.
Jesus condemns those in power while simultaneously affirming his identity as The Saviour of the world.

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