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Who Stole My Dream?

That’s right, they stole my dream— my cousins and my brother. I have to admit that an accusation of familial theft is an exaggeration on my part, but you know that being left out of a family gathering stings a little. Or hurts a lot! No child wants to be on a playground shouting, “Wait for me!” when their friends run away and leave them in the dust!

So the truth—they did not steal my dream, they just reminded me that I passed up many of my dreams throughout my lifetime. And yes, I cried until my eyes hurt! After all, they did take a two-week trip to Greece to the most beautiful beaches in the country, Kefalonia, and I could not go. You have to understand that all through my childhood my Aunt Koula and my grandmother, Yiayia, told me about Kefalonia. Sometimes my Aunt Koula would cry because she missed her homeland so deeply. She would quickly dry her tears and blow her nose and then she would tell me with certainty that we would go to Greece together. We never did!

Now I must be honest, most of the time when they reminisced about Kefalonia, I was not really interested. I have no idea what they said about it! Did they swim there and bask in the sunlight? Did they go into the salt water to heal skin conditions? Did they dance there and fall in love there? I never knew, but I do know they instilled a dream in me of going to Kefalonia some day. I didn’t!

So what am I trying to say here? Just that God or the universe gives us just so much time. We don’t ever know how much time, so my point is follow every dream you have. Forget the bucket list you’re filling for retirement! Move now!

Holy Scripture usually doesn’t skimp or shrink back from words . . .

To everything there is a season and for every purpose under heavens . . .

2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;y

6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

~ Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 KJV

So I missed my time most of the time; so what? I’ve missed quite a few dreams through the years, but I also have seen my dreams come true, many of them! Sometimes I am a lot like Tinkerbell or any number of Disney characters! I believe in magic and miracles, because I have experienced so much of it,

No doubt, I’m a dreamer, not a time keeper! That can cause me problems when I have an appointment or some other critical societal constriction. Remember, I’m about magic and miracles!

Even if my family went to Kefalonia and left me behind, I bet I know more about that stunning place than they do because of my grandmother’s and my Aunt Koula’s lively, poignant, beautiful stories! I was given a gift of grace because of their stories and the precious and plentiful time I spent with them.

One more thing . . .

Follow your heart when a dream shows itself to you!

Freedom, Midterms, Soul Freedom

A Critical Season

We are living in a critical season in so many ways— economy, cost of food and fuel and other life essentials. There are no easy solutions. Democracy is fragile. Our freedoms are fragile. So I can throw up my hands in despair that my one vote won’t change anything. Or we can raise our hands together, make ourselves visible and claim our rights if they are threatened. It’s as simple as that, or it is as hard as any critical struggle can be.

So I plan to hold on tightly to every freedom in hopes of sharing it with you. I remember a phrase used much during my seminary days. It is “soul freedom.” That’s the way I think of freedom, to do, and to be who I am.

Believe me, I am holding tightly to freedom. I have it in my clutched hands and I protect it from every threat /with all my strength. It’s important, my freedom, important enough to fight for! So, again, I say, “We can throw our hands up in despair.” Or we can raise our hands together in solidarity and with resolve.

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The midterm elections cry out for solidarity. I’m not just referring to one vote. It’s about the importance inside of the vote. What freedom might that single vote hold!

Follow after freedom! Be watchful at the polling place to ensure everyone is able to vote. Offer rides to those who don’t have transportation. Remind everyone you know to vote. Remind yourself about your responsibility and mine to strive for “a more perfect union. Lift your hands in resolve, in faith, in prayer, in celebration, in peace, in freedom, in the cherished liberty granted to all the people!

All of that — faith, resolve, prayer, freedom — is buried deep inside one vote.

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When Holding On Is Holy Enough OR Tie a Knot in the Rope and Hang On

Vincent Valdez, The Rope, (After Marsden Hartley), 2018, oil pastel on paper, Private Collection.

Today I read the weekly newsletter from my good friend’s church in D.C. I love reading her weekly writing because it always lifts me up above and beyond any current trouble I’m feeling. Today, a phrase caught my eye and my imagination. Here it is: “When Holding On Is Holy Enough.”


Wow! Just wow! That phrase caught me and held on. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I suppose it’s because I feel like I’ve been struggling to hang on my whole life. From childhood abuse, to peer abuse, to relationship abuse, family abuse, and church abuse, and the abuse that left my body without a kidney. Of course, this is just a sweeping description. I endured many other kinds of abuse through the years and all of it was woven into the fabric that held me together.

My dearest friend used to tell me to “tie a knot in the rope and hang on” every time I felt like I would fall to the ground. The rope frayed, and frayed some more, but it never broke apart. Neither did I fall and hit the ominous ground below me. Somehow though, holding on was enough. I did not fall from the rope and I didn’t break apart. And holding on really was “holy enough.”

Photo by Robert Zunikoff on Unsplash

Of course, the fabric of my life was tattered and torn at times, but also repaired, put back together and stitched up with golden thread. That’s what was holy enough. That’s what was the grace of it all — the golden thread sewn into my tattered and torn life to repair it and restore it. 

I don’t know what kind of faith you might have, and most of the time, I don’t know much about my own faith. But if we — you and I — could muster up just enough faith inside of ourselves to believe in a God that can “fix” us when we’re torn apart, we will have opened our arms to grace. That will be holy enough.

I want to do that.


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What’s In a Name? My Name to be exact: Kalliope!

These days lots of folks are asking me what it means and where did it come from. Kalliope. It came from Athens, Greece with a force. The force was that tradition never gave me a choice, just a mandate that I would bear the name of a mysterious grandmother, far away, in the “old country” I guess! I never, ever wanted that name, but tradition gave me no choice: the first-born girl would be named after her paternal grandmother. End of discussion! I was an infant anyway. I could hardly push back.

Two life lessons: 1. If you’re a baby and can’t change names, let it go, and 2. When you’re grown never let anything go, push pack with all your might. Because this world thrives on patriarchy at the expense of you and me! Stand up and speak up for justice for others and speak up for justice for yourself! You deserve it!

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An Easy, Pleasant Day

Art created by George C. with Unsplash

I am due for an easy, pleasant day. Past days have been trying with chronic pain, lots of pills to take, infusions and injections, relationship problems, and lots of hard cooking with my trusty sidekick Ethel. If you’re not acquainted with Ethel, she’s my power wheelchair that helps me in the kitchen. She will lift me up twelve whole inches, so that I can stir, chop, wash and reach! When I don’t have enough strength and stamina to cook, I get Ethel out of her parking place and slowly go down the hall to the kitchen trying desperately not to crash into anything. I have to tell you, if Ethel crashes into something straight on, it doesn’t survive. 

So far I’ve been lucky: I only crashed into the stove, the loveseat, and the kitchen island, which didn’t break, but did get pushed across the floor. The worse crash was yesterday, when I ran over the cat’s food dish. It made the most terrible noise while stuck under Ethel’s big tires. Fred had to help us make several driving maneuvers to get it out. It didn’t break; what do you think about 50 year old, “unbreakable” Corning Ware!

Back to my easy day… I’ll write in my blog, play the piano awhile, put my undercooked cabbage from yesterday on the stove on low all day, have our traditional Happy Hour of fruit juices and ginger ale, and eat watermelon! That’s it! My easy day planned, hoping not to get unplanned things forced all through it. My goal for today is to keep it easy and pleasant.

How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights. 
~ Song of Solomon 7:6 ESV

I don’t get many easy days when I don’t have doctor’s visits, hard decisions to contemplate, grandchildren to pine over, and friends to miss. I have to create pleasant places for myself whenever I can, finding space to enjoy the delights of life.

The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance. 
~ Psalm 16:6 ESV

Finding spaces that are easy and pleasant I will do, no doubt. I can plan a respite time every once in a while, consider the flowers, look up into the blue sky, feel the warmth of the sun, and think on all that is easy and pleasant. God would approve.

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“Just a Little Talk with Jesus”

If you’re old enough, or from a certain part of the country, you might remember the Gospel song, “Just a Little Talk With Jesus” It’s about praying to Jesus, telling him “all about your troubles” and knowing that he will hear your faintest cry,” meaning prayer. Our thought might be, yours and mine and that of millions of people, that this is all too simple to be true. With our more high church traditions, we have moved beyond simple prayer to begging, pleading, fasting, lamenting, beseeching and all other manner of prayer.

And it gets us nowhere!

Art: Sampo Kaikkonen


I am discovering that lots of people these days have no need for prayer; they don’t do it, or believe in its power, or count on the fact that it can change their lives. Truth is, many everyday people truly need their lives changed, but have no confidence at all that prayer can actually change anything.

If you think I am about to launch into a string of words on prayer, like a sermon or an object lesson or a devotional, all meant to change your opinion about prayer, you would be wrong. After all though, I am an ordained minister. Convincing is what ministers do! But convincing you of anything about the importance of prayer is the last thing I want to do. Each person must decide that for herself, or his self.

Let there be an opening into the quiet that lies beneath the chaos, where you find the peace you did not think possible and see what shimmers within the storm.

~John O’ Donohue

I would dare to conjecture that there is no time in history that needed prayer and peace any more than our current time in history. When we look back on today in a decade, we will see farmers losing their crops, businesses losing their solvency, families losing each other, races still warring, LGBTQI+ folks still struggling, poverty still having its way, elders finding no support when they need it, juvenile justice centers incarcerating hundreds of young people, wars among political parties, wars among races, wars among tribes, wars among nations.

Not a clear path to peace to be sure. Swords have not yet been made into plowshares or swords into pruning hooks. (Isaiah 2:4) The wolf is not lying peacefully with that sweet baby lamb we see in all the pictures and figurines, the beautiful image of “the peaceable kingdom.” We need that in these days, in our cities and towns, churches and schools, in our homes and in our hearts.

May it be so.

Alone

Isolation

They said it would happen. Warning after warning after warning.

“The worse thing a senior person can do is isolate themselves.”

“The worst thing a senior can do is isolate themselves.”
It’s true. You draw inward and inward, while pushing others to the other section. Diagonal separation with one section, yours being very dark and the other with brighter colors.

Does that mean you have destroyed all the brightness in your life, permanently? Does it mean that, in the end, you are in the dark diagonal, alone? I don’t know the answer to either of those questions, really. But I am surrounded by darkness, and I am in fact alone.

You will have to decide for yourself. Will you stop doing those things that made you feel alive? Like singing and dancing, art and writing, creative things. Will you shove people out, one by one? Will you withdraw from the social things you once loved? From the people you once loved?

All of that, in my experience, is not hard to do. It happens quickly before you know it. Then you know finally, they were right: you’re alone, lonely, bored, despondent, trapped . . . Isolated!

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When the Earth Quakes

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There are earthquakes that appear from the depths of the earth . . . And earthquakes that live in the depths of a soul, earthquakes of the heart and of the spirit.

The former destroys buildings and homes, and rearranges the earth . . . That kind of earthquake devastates and literally kills prople and animals. 500 found dead ~ most likely more by now. May God have mercy.

And then the earthquakes of the soul, the ones that bring great fear and mourning, much mourning. When one’s heart breaks as they keep vigil over a loved one . . . Or another grieves over a lost child . . . Or another mourns permanent loss that will leave pain in their hearts forever. May God have mercy.

“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea.” ~Psalm 46:1-2:

God of extravagant mercy, help them to know your mercy even if your mercy doesn’t feel so extravagant. When the earth shakes beneath our feet, calm me from fear and shield me from harm. Keep my loved ones and me safe right now. Grant me peace in the middle of this chaos, and be our rock and protector. Amen.

God of the heavens, Creator of the earth, I come to you with my heart, seeking your divine protection. Wrap me in your steadfast love and shield me from harm. Guard our homes, our communities, our children, and those who are vulnerable. Give me wisdom and courage to help another person in need. Amen.

God of extravagant mercy, Christ our kind Redeemer, Spirit of wind and flame, and of moving earth: I come before you seeking mercy and protection. I pray for everyone in the affected areas. Comfort those who are frightened, injured, or grieving. Guide the hands of the first responders and rescue teams as they work to help those in need. In the Holy Name of Christ, Amen and amen.

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“I Can’t Pray That!”

As a hospital chaplain, many people over the years asked me to pray for them — for a loved one they care about, for an outcome they hope to see — but sometimes my heart whispers these words, “I can’t pray that.”


I plead with you, God, to heal his child from brain cancer.
“I can’t pray that!”

God, in your abundant mercy, heal this person’s suffering from this dreadful disease. “I can’t pray that!”

God, by the power of the Holy Spirit, raise this still born child to life. “I simply cannot pray that!”

And about the state of the world . . . prices for essential items soar; our country is in the midst of a senseless war; our farmers are languishing; our leaders are incompetent at best and corrupt at worse.

We pray, O God, for peace, an almost impossible peace, for you alone can end the wars and the rumors of wars, and your everlasting grace can restore our longed-for peace.

Rejoice in hope, be patient in affliction, be constant in prayer. Romans 12:12

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When Important Things Break

Labyrinth Breaking


I love labyrinths. I love walking them, gazing at them, collecting them, even making them out of glue and paper. If it is true how people explain labyrinths, I have been witness to it. A labyrinth is not a maze. One cannot get lost in a labyrinth. A labyrinth’s path will lead you into a place of spiritual understanding. You can linger there, but you cannot stay forever. The path that led you in will lead you out the same way. For me, the lingering part, the center of the labyrinth raises my spiritual consciousness and prods me to learn more about myself.

I call the labyrinth my “sacred path,” a path that can either leave me whole and filled with sacred thoughts or it can leave me broken as I discover things about myself that I did not know before. Most likely, though, the sacred path will move me toward wholeness and joy, and brokenness of spirit. Both! Looking at a part of who I am, and looking towards the person I want to be.

Some people meet God inside a labyrinth. In my experience, God is present with me on my sacred path teaching me what is right and good, what is of the Holy Spirit and what is merely of the world’s evils. Like most people, both good and evil occupy my life and shape my very being. No wonder there is dichotomy in me and I am constantly torn about the way of the Sacred Path.

But this labyrinth is made of stone, stone that is not easily breakable. It is very disconcerting to me that a stone labyrinth would break apart. I see in it the impermanence of all things. I see it in the fleeting existence of all things, in destructive forces that have power over things, and in the fragility of all things. So I see my own fragility. If a stone labyrinth can break, I imagine I can break, too. As always, the labyrinth’s sacred path teaches and leads, embracing my mind throughout a meandering journey on so sacred a path.

What am I trying to say? That I am just as vulnerable as everyone else. My “superior spirituality’ is a kind of farce, an absurdity that convinces me of my power against evil and my penchant for all things good. Hogwash! Like every one of God’s beloveds, I am half & half, half evil and half good in an ever-fluctuating mess of humanity! So sometimes I love my good self and sometimes I see the evil in me I so detest.

Believe me! A trip into a labyrinth, following its sacred path, can change you and help you face off against your personal mess of humanity. But into the labyrinth? Well, it’s definitely worth the price of admission, but make sure you choose a time before you or the labyrinth breaks apart!

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Waiting for Spiritual Awakening

What image might you see in a moment of spiritual awakening? Not that you or I have that many spiritual awakening moments! They are few and far between in my world. Still, they do slip into my life from time to time, and for that I am grateful.

What if I looked harder for one, tried to be still enough and silent enough for an awakening to embrace my soul? And where in the universe would I look? I think the answer is to settle down in a comfortable place and peruse your sources. For me the sources might be nature, art, poetry, and music. I need only to search those places with a wide open heart and a soul that can see and hear beyond all the everyday, normal things.

Photo by Blake Verdoorn for Unsplash

Often I substitute the idea “spiritual awakening “ with another word, Transformation. How would I be transformed while standing on a bridge over a stunning waterfall? Or sitting peacefully at the bottom and feeling the waterfall’s gentle mist? I look for transformation everywhere, every day, and I find it when I least expect it.

Or rather transformation finds me! But does it pile up, transformation after transformation, and take up its home in my soul and spirit? Or does every transforming gift stay in my heart forever? That suggests to me that each transformative grace becomes a living part of me, and I would change a little, every time. Transformation’s presence would be nearer to me than every breath I take.

All shall be well, and all shall be well,

and all manner of thing shall be well.

— Julian of Norwich, 14th Century

So what do I find in a mountain waterfall surrounded by green? That question is easy to answer. I find beauty, power, amazement, presence, resurrection, renewal, faith, hope, new birth, and transformation that measures every breath I take.

Today transformation is a breathtaking waterfall. I don’t know about tomorrow! Amen.

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Not Without a Song

All of my life, I have relied on music to help me endure times of sorrow. Music can lift my spirit when I’m melancholy, and can comfort my soul when I am in sorrow and trouble. I was sexually abused as a child ~ not once, but again and again and again I was sucked into a cycle of power and abuse by a single perpetrator. I survived childhood somehow, I never acknowledged how music deeply touched my soul with a message of consolation.

I discovered good things about the healing power of music as I grew older, but it wasn’t until I faced a terminal illness that I embraced music as a tender healer, my tender healer. End Stage Kidney Disease, five years of dialysis, a kidney transplant, and a grueling recovery and rehabilitation time brought me to my knees. Somewhere in my illness, before the transplant, I discovered out of nowhere that I had lost my voice. I had taken my vocal cords for granted.

A life-long singer actually lost her ability to sing – completely and utterly. Only a squeaky croak came out when she tried. She was left without a song!

In all those years when I couldn’t sing, I felt as though something in me was dying—something soulful, something sacred, something significant. Something life-giving! I experienced deep pain, the pain that comes from a death of heart and spirit.

“Without a Song” is a popular song composed by Vincent Youmans, with lyrics later added by Billy Rose and Edward Eliscu, published in 1929. It is one of my long-time favorite ballads from the Musical Play, “Great Day.” “Without a Song” has been present in my music memory for decades! I bring it out when I am disconsolate. It is timeless, published twenty years before I was born. Listen to it on YouTube if you can, and ponder its message here.

Without a song the day would never end
Without a song the road would never bend
When things go wrong a man ain’t got a friend
Without a song


I got my trouble and woe but, sure as I know, the Jordan will roll 
I’ll get along as long as a song is deep in my soul.

I’ll never know what makes the rain to fall
I’ll never know what makes that grass so tall
I only know there ain’t no love at all
Without a song

Oliver Wendell Holmes once lamented, “Alas, for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them.” 

I could not help but ask myself . . . Would I die with all my music in me? Or would I be so profoundly touched by “the sweet power of music” that I would “bring [my] music forth into the air” through singing? (Shakespeare)

Finally, let me tell you the outcome of this story. In 2015, I lost my song, literally, and could not sing a single note. How I grieved that loss! How I languished without a song! I had many discussions with those who know and the most common answer for me was, “You have damaged your vocal cords.” The most common suggestions for possible healing? “Rest your vocal cords as much as you possibly can. Do not try to sing at all! Use warm compresses when you can. Sip warm tea, never hot. Pray! This healing may take a very long time!”

So I lost my song sometime in 2016. I got my song back, in part, yesterday, April 7, 2026! I celebrated all day yesterday, sang songs, played the piano, and even danced (all by myself)! Do not try to survive your lost song, or anything else you’ve lost! You must live your best life, but never without a song.

Honor your life, your joy, yourself, and your vocal cords!

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FROM GENERATION TO GENERATION

GENERATIONS

MAY 6, 2026 ~ ANCESTORS! Along my journey, I started to believe that all my current projects related to my ancestors. Meandering through the generations was sometimes an exhausting journey! From generation to generation, I trudged through both the “beautiful and terrible” of my ancestors and my relationships with them. Relationships are not easy and never smooth, and I endured the sting of the prickles! But you can’t skip over that “ancestor thing” that tells you every day that your DNA and theirs are forever entwined. I cannot change that, so I determined to find peace around it. When someone says “you are just like your Aunt Eirene, I can’t refute it. It’s true! I must tell you that completion of the major parts of this memoir took a vast amount of energy and fortitude from me!

An era has passed. I have just completed writing this memoir of my life, after laboring for more than three years, far too long to be writing a book about your life journey. Writing one book for multiple years can mess up one’s mind! Examining the moments of my life snatched my joy for a good period. This memoir did not birth itself! Writing it was not really ordinary writing. Instead I “birthed” it through serious “labor pains” I had to breathe through, and without a midwife!

The memoir is not quite edited and tweaked enough to go to the publisher, but it’s close. I have some emotions leftover from the writing and creating. I needed to name my emotions in the writing process, and now I need to name the emotions that came with me back into the real world.

Of course melancholy would be my primary emotion. It may be the result of the exhaustion of writing. It may be regret or sadness when thinking about my ancestors. It may be about looking back at the relationships I cherished and the ones that were chock full of sorrow, anger, disappointment, etc. No one, in my opinion, can walk away from the stories of their “beautiful and terrible” lives unscathed.

Be at peace, my good friend, for there is nothing your worries can do but make you tired. What will be, will be, shaped by currents deeper and stronger than we can swim against. Instead of flailing in time, let us trust in what is without time: the steadfast presence of the sacred in the midst of our struggle. That is our lifeline, trust in a power unseen but felt to the marrow of the soul. Hold on to that firm hand and be at peace as it takes you to calmer water. ~Bishop Steven Charleston

I have to say that writing my “Spirit Stories” as I call them was an unforgettable undertaking of both personal reflection, as well as reflection on the place of my ancestors in my life and make peace with that and breath of my ancestors. The stories revealed themselves to me and I recorded them as if they were a writ of ancestry, or I might call it a sacred document, because every part of it required a chunk of my heart.

My burning question is “what will I do with myself now?” Today, I sorted some jewelry and pressed some shirts. Since I retired and faced serious illness, I get “kind of” dressed up on some days: hair, makeup, jewelry and clothes that look decent! I did today, in black leggings and a bright pink shirt, because I felt I should mark the day in some way, celebrating the completion of this book, “Spirit Stories: A sMeandering Memoir from My Sacred Path.”

I think now I will find a grassy, peaceful meadow and fall asleep beside a flowing stream in the verdant grass with a scattering of colorful wildflowers.

P.S~ If I fall asleep in this field of dandelions, I will regret it!

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Start Something! It’s Easy!

—Mary Oliver

Starting something really is easy, but the pathway from beginning something and then taking it to completion reveals challenges that test our resolve. I always begin projects with enthusiasm and optimism, filled with ideas and plans, but as obstacles arise, my motivation almost always wanes, my progress slows, and distractions multiply. In this environment, fear definitely thrives. But the projects stay on my shoulders as long as I remember them, and so the contrast between the initial excitement versus the realities of sustained effort calls for persistence and commitment. The tumultuous path from beginning to completion can cause me to become weary and quit, just to get the heavy pack of projects off my shoulders.

Of course, most of us can admit that in these days, one important example of our tumultuous path is the dismantling of our democracy. Of course, not everyone agrees about the severity of the situation, but I have to say that in my world, people are afraid, angry, despondent, disheartened . . . although some are elated. Let’s entertain this thought for a few minutes: when people are convinced that real danger is coming, they often gird themselves with “protective gear” (the Bible would say, “gird up your loins”) after which you can attack the stronghold that threatens you. We see an example of this in the protests and/or marches that are happening in cities and towns across the nation and around the world. Let me dare to say this in hopes that no person will take offense. The aim of those who dissent to the actions of the Trump administration are deeply concerned and afraid. Even people of faith are beginning to see this version of the world as something to fear. 

Today, as I write this post, I am thinking of so many people who live in fear: immigrants who are currently locked up like prisoners, children who have been separated from their parents, people who suddenly lose their jobs, thousands of immigrants being rounded up and deported, the community at-large as they lose some of their rights, and even the elected congressional leaders who are afraid of personal repercussions from Donald Tump. Afraid! All of them afraid!

“Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen.
Don’t be afraid.”

― Frederick Buechner, Beyond Words: Daily Readings in the ABC’s of Faith

You see, whether we support the relentless changes in our government or not, Mr. Trump is stoking fear among Americans as he dismantles institutions, agencies, and departments. Let me list some of them: The Department of Education, the Department of Health and Human Services, the Departments of Agriculture, Defense, Energy, Housing and Urban Development, and Transportation. And then there is the layoff of thousands of federal employees, the closing of USAID, and the indiscriminate and inhumane deportation of thousands of immigrants and immigrant U.S. citizens.

The question I ask myself over and over again is whether there is anything I can do to help end this destruction. Is it really true that starting something is easy? Not always! So what can I do to help change our trajectory. Am I kidding myself? What can one person with zero power do to end this? The answer is “nothing” every time I ask! Good intentions I may have in abundance, but the answer in my spirit does not change, “There is nothing one person can do. I have no power.”

Yet, for all of us who are people of faith, there is always an opportunity to live out our faith through our actions, and within a faith community. Perhaps we can make a significant change, together.

Jesus is our example, showing us how to heal destructive acts committed by power-hungry, destructive people. Jesus left us instructions, as did the prophets, the psalmist, and the epistle writers. Yet, we persist in believing the lie that we have no power. Contemplate these bits of wisdom:

Very truly, I tell you, the one who believes in me will also do the works that I do and, in fact, will do greater works than these      —John 14:12

When you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, and the blind. And you will be blessed.     —Luke 14:12-14

When Jesus came to Nazareth . . . he went to the synagogue on the sabbath day, as was his custom. He stood up to read, and the scroll of the prophet Isaiah was given to him. He unrolled the scroll and found the place where it was written: ‘The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.’      —Luke 4:16-19

But woe to you Pharisees! For you tithe mint and rue and herbs of all kinds, and neglect justice and the love of God.      —Luke 11:40

This is what the LORD Almighty said: ‘Administer true justice; show mercy and compassion to one another. Do not oppress the widow or the fatherless, the foreigner or the poor. Do not plot evil against each other.      —Zechariah 7:9-10

Defend the cause of the weak and the fatherless; maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed. Rescue the weak and needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked.  —Psalm 82:2-4

He raises the poor from the dust and lifts the needy from the ash heap.   — Psalm 113:7

Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.  —Proverbs 31:8-9

Learn to do right; seek justice. Defend the oppressed. Take up the cause of the fatherless; plead the case of the widow.   —Isaiah 1:17

Loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke . . . share your food with the hungry and provide the poor wanderer with shelter— when you see the naked, clothe them.     —Isaiah 58:6-7

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it. Remember those who are in prison, as though you were in prison with them; those who are being tortured, as though you yourselves were being tortured. —Hebrews 13:1-3

Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.     —Proverbs 31:8-9

Defend the cause of the weak and the fatherless; maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed. Rescue the weak and needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked.  —Psalm 82:2-4

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it. Remember those who are in prison, as though you were in prison with them; those who are being tortured, as though you yourselves were being tortured. —Hebrews 13:1-3

Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.     —Proverbs 31:8-9

Learn to do right; seek justice. Defend the oppressed. Take up the cause of the fatherless; plead the case of the widow.      —Isaiah 1:17

Loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke . . . share your food with the hungry and provide the poor wanderer with shelter— when you see the naked, clothe them.      —Isaiah 58:6-7

Defend the cause of the weak and the fatherless; maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed. Rescue the weak and needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked.  —Psalm 82:2-4

“My commandment is this: Love each other as I have loved you.
Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”

And we claim we have no power! Nothing is farther from the truth. It is not a new revelation that faith will be the holy impetus, the power, that pushes us into kindness, compassion, and love. This kind of kindness, compassion and love will inspire us to head into the rancor and division that currently seems to be having its way. I doubt we will ever see, in my lifetime, the completion of a more gentle and loving community of acceptance and compassion. I don’t believe we will all swing doors open instead of locking them.  I doubt we will complete the work that respects all humanity, but starting the task is easy, and important. As far as finishing the work we have chosen, maybe its “a roll of the dice” sort of thing, or a “stroke of luck,” or being in the right place at the right time. Perhaps it has more to do with being anointed by God to make change through care, compassion, and even anger. 

So I will look for you on the streets as you lead the people to the arc of justice. I will listen for your voice when you are proclaiming the evils of injustice on every corner! I will join in your song that celebrates a new day of peace, love and compassion. I will sense your sacred time of reaching out to God in prayer and lament. I will celebrate when your anger turns into righteous anger that defends the people among us who need protection.

We can start one of two ways. We can fight in anger, motivated by our rage, and risk completely destroying something we are trying to fix. We can do it through sheer human strength and force, knowing we have the power to succeed. Or we can try the better way: the tender way that leads us to solitude, meditation and prayer, and reminds us of dandelions letting go of their seeds. I think that being committed to become part of needed change is holy work. God has anointed us to confront the wrong; Jesus gives us the gift of his example of walking a sacred path; the Spirit gives us the wind to go where we need to be. Can you see yourself looking almost like a dandelion blowing its seeds about in a soft breeze? I can see it!


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Prayer in Response to Tragic Victory


Together, we will transform our grief into a force for change that will build a more just, equitable society that respects the dignity of all people.

— Omar Angel Perez,  Immigrant Justice Director, Faith in Action

This is my prayer of Hope for the living of these days and my lament for almost losing my faith. It is a too-long treatise, because I release my profound grief through writing. It’s a too-long lesson to teach my class, because at our meeting time, everyone is a spent body of exhaustion that can hardly respond to dark and serious topics. It’s a too-long sermon to preach, because at minute 38.6, the congregation will start leaving. Most of all, it is a too-long dumping of grief. But still my prayer

Guard your hearts and may the week ahead freshen your hope, Kathy


Creator, Spirit of God, Star of the Morning, Son of the Dawn ~

We give you praise for creating each of us and placing us in the brilliance of Holy Light because last Tuesday’s election has left so many of us in a very dark place. We thank you, Creator God, for naming us your beloved children, even if others name us with hurtful words. Yes, it is true, this past election week has been hurtful to so many people. In fact, the entire election season has caused anxiety for at least a few of us. And the outcome? Well, God, I almost said you let us down, but I know better. Still “let down” is only a fraction of the emotion that now hangs closely around us. So, God, if you wouldn’t spare us from our president elect, could you please touch our souls with a gentle hand of comfort and hope.

Gentleness is one thing we need, maybe to minimize the harsh names and the contempt we have endured from our misogynistic brothers and sisters. The outcome of the election has left us feeling disconnected from many of our friends, neighbors and family members. God, you know our emotions and you understand our sense of feeling discarded. You know our fear, confusion and despair. Help us, Mother snd Father God, to remember that you have whispered our names. We are your beloved daughters facing the world with the name you gave us.

One election! Just one has this much power over us! We must have taken a wrong path somewhere along the way, because repairing the world was the real goal, and our destination was to create a community of love, care and decency. We did not make it there, God, and we feel a bit like pilgrims and strangers in a land we have never seen before. We imagine how exiles must feel, and recall a letter from Jeremiah to people in exile, “You will search for me and find me when you search for me with all your heart.”

It was just an election, but it rocked us to the core and left us wandering aimlessly on unfamiliar paths and turns. Yet, we are comforted still by sensing your presence with us. Every journey has paths and turns that can lead us to unexpected danger and unprecedented harm. Paths and turns can be disconcerting and downright frightening. Paths and turns leave us in uncomfortable unknown places, so that our feet walk in unfamiliar dust. Paths and turns can lead us away from all we’ve known, our comfort-place, our “home.” 

Protecting God, can you stay close to us on this harsh path ahead and protect us?

Now, God, we know you have a teaching moment for us, for to you this rocky path we follow is a holy pilgrimage. We can learn and take in the reality that paths and turns can also lead us to holy moments. Those sacred moments can inspire us to search more fervently for you, God. We did not stop believing in a new season of unity. But someone more powerful than we are has taken over our lives.

Still this week of sorrow is about more than just one election.
It is also about hurtful memories of being pushed out because of who we are or what we look like. 
It’s about the pain of being “othered” and never fitting in.
It’s about being diminished over and over again.
It’s about people who need to measure us by our wealth or power. 

There are so many better measures out there. Help us God, to throw away false tools that can only try to measure who we are, but can never measure the Light in our souls or the dreams of our hearts.

For our nation, O God, we ask for seemingly impossible unity and for as much love as we can muster between brothers and sisters. We ask you, God, to restore our hope, bring us to our feet, teach us to stand and set us on our path once again.

God, make of us peacemakers, consolers, and healers of harm. Help us control our tongues, so that we Will always speak respectfully of others. Help us spend holy moments in lament and deep prayer that can re-enliven our souls.

I confess, God, that I am failing at that right now. My soul is filled with anger and disgust. My spirit is not at one with love, but with hate directed at those who managed to do this shameful thing to our nation. I am full of confusion about how this happened; what exactly has happened; what will the repercussions be; how serious is the threat to our future; and specifically what must I do now as one person to minimize the harm for myself and all of us?

In such a time as this, God, I see myself kneeling in your holy presence with a shattered spirit and a broken heart. I see myself questioning how it is that you have the ability and the will to organize the universe, but you do not. I need the breath of Spirit to order my thoughts. I need moments of confession to name my sins. I need to repent of my own actions, whatever they are, because my action or inaction may have helped cause the results of this election.

Even now, leaders—that is political people, elected officials, teachers and professors, ministers, rabbis, Imams, priests, bishops, chaplains, etc.—are encouraging us with hope. Emails still flood my inbox, like, “We can’t give up. Let’s roll up our sleeves.” I have noticed that many people say they can’t think about it right now. They are wise to stop and tend to the grief in their souls.

I feel useless, dismissed, disrespected and weary, God. I even feel that I have completely lost my hope for brighter days. I know that losing hope is a dire place to be, because losing hope almost admits that I have also lost my faith. Yet, even in this very moment, God, you are whispering to me:

“Beloved daughter, you are not just ‘one person,’ You are one person of God. A child of God. A beloved daughter. A woman whose spirit is whole with a sacred calling to shepherd the lost and weary ones.”

When circumstances, words, or people threaten us, God, help us respond with decisiveness, truth, kindness, grace, forgiveness, and respect for our brothers and sisters, our neighbors and friends, our classmates and co-workers. Because being harsh to one another can not quickly heal the wounds of political discord, or any other kind of near-fatal wound. It will take time to cast out the dark presence whose only purpose is to darken our souls and leave us in profound darkness.

In this goal, in this time, God, the dark presence has succeeded, and we need you, God, more than ever. We see the truth that we are dangerously vulnerable right now, and that we must fight against spiritual despondency. 

Creator, Spirit of God, Star of the Morning, Son of the Dawn ~ hold us near until the danger has passed. (If it ever passes!) If you can, God, speak peace to the dark presence that is still maneuvering that will harm our democracy and our souls. 

Hold us close in the brilliance of your Light, Creator God! 

Place us securely in your Light, Star of the Morning!

Hold us fast in your Light, Spirit of God!

Draw near to us and grant us Light to see daybreak, Son of the Dawn!

Mother and Father God, we will stand tall in the evil day, if you will help us refresh the Light that lights the world and brightens our hearts.

In this evil day, God, meet us in our sacred place. As we lament, restore our hope and strengthen our faith in this time of grief and confusion. Restore our spirits, God. Restore my spirit, God! 

Creator God, Mother and Father of the universe, fill us to overflowing once again. Cover our bodies and fill our souls with fresh hope, the living hope that guards our faith from any evil.

Amen.