Monday, August 25, 2014


My epiphany moment came as I lay in the dark struggling with imaginary dialogues – debates, really, what they would say, how I would respond, ad infinitum.

The epiphany is more about our posture in coming to the conversation than it is about any particular solution.

We – I – need to come confessionally –

about my own role

about my own biases

about my own blind spots

From such a space, might doors be opened, if only a crack, for others to do likewise?

And even if not, is it not nevertheless where God calls me?

Where God is?

Standing in all our crack doors seeking entrance if we would but allow it?

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