It is a simple enough word
A blanket over me
The cleft of a rock
A bit of plastic tenting
as the storm blows in
Stretch wings of splendor over our history of blood
Turn your head to the side little girl
To the past where we both came from
And imagine for a minute
A world without cover
The shadow of majesty
Passing over us
Leaving us all
He worked with children in a job that was focused on children.
He worked with child advocates or at least people who have been educated to educate children.
He hid his sexual preferences/behavior.
He has never admitted he molested children.
He is not Kevin Clash.
He is a (former) coach and trainer i know who molested at least half a dozen children in conjunction with his job/coaching.
His victims have told the truth about abuse. He still denies everything.
Sesame Street needs to face this one straight. Let’s talk about child sexual abuse (allegations) and what it does to all of us.
Once a very wise person lost a child. Maybe children. He mourned because he loved them. so he came up with a plan. Put fire in the sky to guide them at night. Put smoke in the sky to guide them by day. Give them rules on something durable to keep them safe. Tell them from the beginning that you have a plan. Don’t worry, a plan of love.
Send messengers to remind them. Send someone like a son to find them. Document who you are and who they are. Leave a record of your love. Do everything because they are everything to you.
Understand that the story they are told about you may not be all true. Understand they may not want you in the end. Understand that no matter what no matter where no matter how, you will always love them. Because you are their dad. Because it is your nature.
Oh yeh, and write a book. Tell them in the book how much you love them. Pray they read it. Because it means everything.
If what i do ever seems a little crazy, remember that I am following that guy, that Wise Guy, so that one day I can tell my daughter face to face…
I have always loved you.
I went to a very nice garage sale–antiques, baroque paintings, wool rugs, impressive.
I found several sets of nesting dolls. I had a nesting doll when I was a kid. I had a very limited collection of toys so the Russian doll and her brood were always major players.
One set of dolls yesterday at the sale was a vividly painted set of irregularly shaped dolls-wider spherical base, smaller head.
Really amazing find at 5 dollars.
Then a lady came up to me and told me she really wanted the doll.
As a God-follower I knew I needed to assert her value over the doll, so I handed it over (a little ruefully).
When I still spoke in church I played a warm-up game sometimes. I would tell people to get out their change and either ask each other for the change or actively try to give their coins away.
In one version of the game you want the most stuff, in the other you want to give it all away.
I know which set of rules applies in the value of life–both.
Collect the treasure of love as much as possible.
Give away the things that won’t last.
Jesus says to hoard the treasure of heaven.
What does God treasure?
Love and us.
It has been over a week since the election and I continue to be shocked by the animosity in our political dialogue.
I recently read about a man who had told his four year old that people from the opposing party were brain damaged. I was not sure what shocked me more–that she was so young or that he was using brain damage as an epithet.
Other egregious examples: any racial insinuations, wrangling about birth certificates, and in general personal attacks against people who you disagree with on public issues.
Something terrible has happened to our political discourse. We treat opposing political viewpoints like mascots for football teams and then we elevate those teams to a status they have neither earned nor deserve. Then we vilify the opposing team.
This hurts us all, but no one more than our children. We justify bullying and prejudice in the name of political parties which have done nothing to earn our allegiance and we begin to view our neighbors as enemies?
Dangerous. We all need to work together–somehow.
To quote a beloved Carson McCuller’s title–the life you save may be your own.