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November 16, 2009
Tanisha Messes with God and Me
She yelled, "Bitch!" just before something slammed into my head, glass shattered all over me, and I hit the ground.
At the time God was new to me. I’d known of Him before but this time was different. This was new. I was new. [more]
August 11, 2009
Free
I remember when I was released from the county jail. I passed through the door. I inhaled the air. I walked through the grass. I spread my arms, because I was finally free. [more]
March 12, 2009
Copies of Me
It was a long day’s work. My muscles felt like those of a man making steel from sunup to sundown. And my back ached like I had lugged a ton of that steel.
I sighed. I lay down next to my husband. (He sleeps, snoring.) [more]
March 3, 2009
Listen
As I waited to pick up my son up from school, I was aware of all the noise around me.
Tractor trailers, cranes, and backhoes.
Construction workers.
A busy intersection with a police officer blowing his whistle non-stop.
Parents laughing and talking.
I wondered if young people will set the volume high enough on God’s voice to hear it over the clatter of peer pressures – sex, drugs, drinking; and simply the pressure to forget God. [more]
- Tags: Faith, Urban Life
February 27, 2009
God in the Music
The saxophonist, eyes closed, worshipping, played with care. The bass player slapped the wood and popped the strings with ease. And the pianist and drummer played, as others sang words of adoration to God.
Then suddenly, I felt God in the music. He placed His hand on the inside of my wrist, feeling for the rate and rhythm of my pulse. The music played as God revived me...again. [more]
June 10, 2008
Finding my religion
My parents were both raised Jewish, but as a result of a few life experiences, they pretty much bailed on the whole religion thing. So, for the first nine or so years of my life, we celebrated Christmas (like the majority of the people I knew in those days). My brother, however, upon discovering our Jewish roots, re-ignited an Old Testament interest in our household, and before long I found myself in Sunday School, Hebrew School and well on my way to a Bar Mitzvah. [more]
