“We believe broken is beautiful,
Our scars are our strength.
Failure is an option,
And rock bottom is real place.”
~From my friends, Mike and Jud, at POTSC.Com
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BROKEN IS BEAUTIFUL from PEOPLE OF THE SECOND CHANCE on Vimeo.
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This week I read and reviewed An Altar in This World by Barbara Brown Taylor for Christianity Today’s women’s blog (look for it later this week).
In it, Taylor notes that she “practices” prayer while doing simple tasks, like hanging laundry on a clothes line. With each item she clothespins to the wire, she envisions herself [...]
Those of you following my blog know I’ve been visiting and re-visiting the theme of forgiveness lately.
In part because–honestly–the only way I can bring myself to forgive sometimes is to keep going back to the idea.
The first time I think about forgiveness, I’m not very committed.
I think maybe I can scrape by being “civil”.
I convince [...]
Yesterday I heard that one of my former students took his own life.
Its a dull, achy, surreal sort of feeling.
One that jars you out of normalcy–the way we sometimes tend to sleepwalk through life–and reminds you of just how bad things can get.
Of the emptiness that a human being can leave behind.
The school where I [...]
Something I’ve noticed: when we find ourselves in conflict with other people, many of us suddenly become psychiatrists.
We assess the other’s person’s state of health.
They are needy.
Co-dependent.
Obsessive-compulsive.
And don’t forget passive-aggressive.
(I can’t tell you how many very objective divorcees claim the medical field missed their ex’s “bi-polar” disorder.)
Why do we pick people apart like that, do [...]
Dear Mike and Jud (my friends at POTSC.com),
Confession.
I eagerly joined People of the Second Chance,
but…you should know…
sometimes I am a Person of the Zero Chance.
…or a Person of the Minus Four Chance.
Aka A Person of No More Chances.
Here’s the deal: I’m really good–stellar good–at forgiving most offenses.
Like don’t even worry about it.
I barely noticed.
That good.
But [...]
I get nostalgic around the holidays. I think its the egg nog. Or maybe its the Charlie Brown specials?
My mind wanders back to childhood Christmases spent with people gone by.
My heart swells with appreciation for the people who share my life.
I re-remember–in nativity scenes, in Luke’s famous chapter two, in the sight of my 8 [...]
My dad called me and woke me up. At 10:30 at night.This is a bad sign. When your bedtime is passing out five minutes after your seven month old and your dad is up later than you.Gets better. When the phone rang, I thought it was morning.And I was hoping it was the phone-tree. Calling [...]
