How much longer should we wait and how many more lives need to be lost before we act? From the old Peter Paul and Mary song, "how many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesn't see?
The holiday season is a time to connect with family and friends; a time to create and honor traditions. But what about the approximate 4 million women who suffer physical abuse by an intimate partner -- how do they balance holiday traditions with keeping the peace?
The usual holiday reality is sparkling moments shining through quite a lot of disappointment, which is usually caused by the fact that we and those around us often fail in our duty to behave like Santa's perfect little elves.
Who's in charge of prioritizing man-rules? Aren't there exceptions? Where do we draw the line between ordering chicken wings when our health requires a grilled chicken salad, and abandoning healthiness and happiness altogether to protect a notion that none of us are obligated to defend?
My life history has resulted in me being very sensitive to others who are and/or were mistreated by parents, spouses or others. I can feel the pain of these people and am more understanding when they exhibit negative features, such as losing their tempers easily.
Emotional abuse is becoming an epidemic in our country and experts say it can be even more harmful than physical abuse. It's the perfect crime. It leaves no visible bruises, but the scars are much deeper.
Some have probably done hurtful things, especially as younger leaders in the difficult process of learning and developing. But there is a tangible sense of humility in light of all the imperfections of leading in the church.
By the time, he was a young teen he weighed in at around 300 lbs., learned his father had drank and drugged away his college fund and felt he had little prospect for any type of a real future. Cause and effect.
You, the faceless one, who hides behind empty words. You, the unhappy one, spreading your misery through harassment and humiliation. You, the angry one, trying to feel powerful by intimidating others with your hate. I refuse to let you hurt me.
Jaime, Katie, and La'Mont are three young servant leaders whose stories we are celebrating as part of our 40th anniversary celebration. They are a reminder that we must never ever give up on any child.
I think I'm starting to believe in the rapture again. Not the one where the church gets sucked up into midair right before the Beast starts barcoding everyone's faces, but one where we, the Body of Christ, are finally being lifted out of this morass of fundamentalist absurdity.
Four different women I met during Ramadan asked me to pray for them and to ask others as well. In these last hours of Ramadan, I would ask that you all join me and keep them in your thoughts and prayers as well.