Daily Devotional - United Church of Christ
Change happens. But here’s what hasn’t changed: We’re still just trying to connect with each other and share God’s love.
These days, standing within five feet of anyone feels so intimate. Seeing someone’s smile unmasked? Enough to start your blood pumping. So dangerous.
Going places doesn’t necessarily make a life richer, not if all you ever do is take the well-worn route up the ladder of success or down the road of self-preoccupation.
Maybe the largest offense is not disobedience but lack of trust. What if, rather than pointing the finger or hiding, Adam, Eve, Peter, any of us, bravely asked for forgiveness?
As I fight to end systemic oppression, I have to remind myself to slow down and listen to the stories of individuals who are impacted by that oppression.
One opening is often all it takes for the Spirit to invade. Sometimes it hurts. In every case, it aims to heal.
At least once a week, another friend tells me they’re swearing off social media. One can’t take all the negativity. Another says she is drowning. I daresay Jesus understands.
Until there is a vaccine, let’s find other ways to touch one another – with all the love and care of the God who reaches out to us in enfleshed presence.
Perhaps we whites are finally daring to take a bite of that forbidden fruit to awaken to a new consciousness. It’s bitter but it won’t kill us – the serpent was right about that.
This devotional really is from me. No, really, it is! Honestly, I can prove it. I’ll just go get my credit card and in the meantime, my social security number is…
I view churches like mustard seeds – looking to all the world like something too small to matter but with room enough for so many in their shade.
The wisdom of distance doesn’t erase people’s desire for nearness. And touch. And comfort. A small bit of flame to keep warm. A hand to hold.
In all our clashing, we must be mindful to know what we might forfeit with wanton hostility. Winning our claims at the cost of losing democracy is a loss for everyone.
Could a mustard seed actually grow into a tree? Of all Jesus’ parables, this one does not seem so hard. The tree has room for all the birds in the nest.
We whites can redesign our invisible backpacks: take out the passports for vacations away from justice, remove the opportunity hoarding and the guilt that holds us back from courage.
When will those of us who are white stop demanding tunes of acquiescence from those who experience exile and injustice?
I am encouraged by my daughter’s instinct to test everything she reads, hears, and experiences, because it seems to be leading her to find deeper meaning.
Psalm 42 encourages praising God even when enemies taunt, making praise a form of protest and protest a form of praise.
I wonder what would happen if we believed we are fearfully and wonderfully made. That despite what the world says about us or what we believe about ourselves, our creation is wonderful.
When the blood is flowing in the streets, when the grapes of wrath have filled and split open like so many mothers’ broken hearts, what then is the approved protocol?