In 1776, Abigail Adams wrote to her husband, John, “Remember the ladies, and be more generous and favorable to them than your ancestors. Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of the husbands. Remember all men would be…
To the mother who complained about Amanda Gorman’s poem
Dear Concerned Mother, You were astute to signal the potential problems the published poem, “The Hill We Climb” by Amanda Gorman, might cause for your own two children and other elementary school readers at Bob Graham Education Center in Miami…
A reflection on Amanda Gorman’s inaugural poem
The inauguration of Joe Biden as 46th president of the United States was a splendid event, despite the confinement of the pandemic. And for many of us it was a finely orchestrated ceremony that lifted our spirits only days after…
Hidden pencils, urgent warnings and instructions Mary Oliver left the Church
What lines would the Church write if we approached Scripture – and our world – with the holy curiosity and expectancy Mary Oliver did when she went to the woods and to the shore?
Portal of praise: Praise as presage to Advent’s treason
The Manger’s trailhead opens at the portal of praise and genuflecting thanks. Not because heaven arises to piety’s incense. But because Advent’s brush with mortal flesh is a perilous journey, fraught with insurrection’s threat, pregnancy’s scandal, birthed from stabled bed,…
A Poem: Good Friday with the Methodists
I estimate forty of us— spread like thin gravy over the dim sanctuary. My own Baptist flock honors the noontime crucifixion, so tonight my son and I are free to join these Methodists who have hired four Gregorian chanters from the…