Boy, this got me thinking…

Jesus was a Jew. And Jesus was a poor Jew. If we dare take the position that in Jesus there was at work some radical destiny, it would be safe to say that in Jesus’ poverty he was more truly Son of man than he would have been if the incident of family or birth had made him a rich son of Israel. (Taken from Howard Thurman, Jesus and the Disinherited, pages 5-7.)


Peace in the midst of the storm

October 4, 2017 at 3:04 pm.

“This morning when I went out to the patio of my home I looked at an old familiar oak tree. I had never seen him so bare of leaves and branches. The winds of the hurricane left him like this. Before the hurricane, it was always green and its flowers were beautiful. When I was about to start crying, this nightingale came and stood on one of its branches, he sang to me as always, his song did not change in spite of the storm. He did not deny his singing and posed for a long time. Before the hurricane, I could only hear him singing hidden among the branches.  Today I could see it as it is. I remembered Job 42:5 “I heard you more by ear now my eyes see you.”

-Rev. Justino Pérez, Villa Las Lomas, San Juan (CCDCPR).


“And God said, “This is the sign of the covenant I am making between me and you and every living creature with you, a covenant for all generations to come: I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth.” (Genesis‬ ‭9:12-13‬)

“It is still raining … The story is not over yet, but those of us who have heard it before have a distinct advantage over those who have not, because we know something about how it turns out in the end. In our own time, the ark does not so much look like a barn floating on a choppy sea. It looks more like a blue-green ball bobbing on the dark ocean of space … There are children in the Sudan eating hibiscus blossoms because there is nothing else left to eat and there are war-wrecked men and women who never leave their post at the small window of the ark, wondering when, please God when, will the dove return with the olive leaf in her beak.” -Barbara Brown Taylor #Promise

A day after the largest mass shooting on U.S. soil.