Living in an imperfect world

I told you a little about my background. I was the 2nd son of 6 boys in a fundamentalist, Christian nationalist church. We feared hippies, people of color, people with long hair and people who vote…

I was going to post a video today. Earlier, the road construction outside my porch was in full swing. The porch was rattling and the house shaking. So the video will have to wait… Then I see …

Courage, Compassion, Community

A word on racism.

A few random things.

An antidote to the "war on men"

The good, the bad, the ugly

How the GOP destroys life

There is an interesting thing that happens when you start listening to people's stories, truly hearing them and believing them.

How conservative theology and culture leads to ICE

I moved to Minnesota a few years ago now. I joined a wonderful congregation of believers at First English Lutheran. It is called “First English” because it was the first English speaking Lutheran church in Faribault. If my memory serves, we have recently celebrated our 168th year as a congregation. I wasn’t a member the whole time, but it is still a milestone. Everyone is so kind and generous and loving. Most are Norwegian. They will engage in gentle humor towards the “Swedish” Lutherans from time to time. But I’ve found my people.

It doesn't win in the end.

Then he shall say to the goats on his left hand, “when I was a boy at target, you threw me on the ground, beat me, cuffed me and dragged me away.

Then he shall say to the goats on his left hand, “when I was a boy at target, you threw me on the ground, beat me, cuffed me and dragged me away.

Then he shall say to the goats on his left hand, “when I was a boy at target, you threw me on the ground, beat me, cuffed me and dragged me away.

The blood of the innocent cries out from the earth.