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Reminder

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Reminder Each March 23rd is another reminder A marker... Of another year you could not teach your students to read A year you could not see your daughters become women A year you could not tell them &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp how you love them, how proud you are of them. Another sorrowful year you could not say that you left them too soon, &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp and did not leave their father soon enough. Another year marking, like a stone in the prairie earth, the silence of coroner, clergy, and community, because "it was too terrible to think about." Another year with the loss too terrible to live with. Yet we do. We live. And we remember you. We remember your mothering care for children, students, &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp and yes, for your husband. We remember your voice, singing "How Great Thou Art" for all to hear. We remember that even this day, you would speak with prophet's voice, &nbsp&

Remembering Orenthal James Simpson

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I was saddened at the news about O.J. Simpson's death. Not so much, really, at his death. That, after all, comes for all of us, and was inevitable. But I saw a short clip on the news, of Mr. Simpson on February 9th denying he was in hospice care ("Hospice? No, I'm not needing any hospice"), and then another of him two days later saying his health was good, and he was just about over his "challenges."* Now maybe he wasn't in hospice. And I know very well the inclination to look on the bright side, especially when the "other side" seems unthinkable. But I also know the cancer of denial, and the fear of being honest, with self and others, about truths we just don't want to face. I am sad that Mr. Simpson avoided, apparently to the end, some of the most important truths about his life. He lived off his greatness as a footbal player, which was certainly true. I remember as a child watching him on the college field, where he was a cut abo

One of the most personal moments in the Passion

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One of the most personal moments in the Passion story is when “At three o’clock Jesus cried out with a loud voice, ‘Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?’ which means, ‘My God, my God, why have you forsaken me’?“ Mark ( 15:34 ) and Matthew ( 27:46 ), believed to be the earlier written gospels, both cite these as Jesus' only words from the cross. Interpreters of the story have long wondered how to understand this verse. To whom is Jesus speaking? Does this one sentence convey Jesus’ sense of abandonment by God? Or are we to understand this opening verse of Psalm 22 as a means of quoting the entire psalm? Either way, I think, is a good way of hearing Jesus. By most all evidence, God is not coming to the rescue. The end is near, and the end is certain. Jesus’ proclamation of the kingdom of God seems to have been killed by the powers of domination. There will be no conquest for this soon-to-be lifeless Messiah. I can identify with those moments of desolation, where there is no help, no