Not Another Word

Suffering in secret, it’s not what Jesus did—not that he had a choice in the matter, but it’s what his followers do religiously. Many of us believe talking about pain and subsequent grief somehow takes away from God’s glory.

Good Talking to You

My prayer life has had its ups and downs, its verbal love feasts, its spats and silent treatments. But this is the nature of prayer, a catch-all for everything said and unsaid.

Prayer Is a Good Talking To

I want someone to pray for me. Because I cannot pray for myself. My own words have turned against me.

Praying for a New Year… Literally

Is it over yet? Are we there yet? I didn’t want to open my eyes until it was safe. Is the year 2020 gone?

What Am I Saying?

There is no formula for prayer. There is no right or wrong way to talk to God. Sure, address God with reverence even when yelling at the Divine. “My God!”

Just Keep Talking

What were we talking about? My sentences are running together like my days. I lose my train of thought midway, derailed by one thing or another that was going the other way.

What Can I Say?

I’m going down. Praying hands up, I am sinking into despair though you would never know. Hands up, I volunteer for this and that and this. “Sure.” “Of course.” “No problem.” “Absolutely.” “Got it!”

Who Am I Talking To?

We are now six months into a global pandemic due to COVID-19. I won’t venture to mention the death toll. It will be higher by the time you read this. Someone is on their deathbed now, taking their last breath.

How Do We Pray from Here?

Nearly 160,000 people have died in America due to COVID-19. So many names. Too many to name or write down on my prayer list.

Blah, Blah, Blah

How do you pray when life looks like gibberish, when so many words are running together—pandemic, police brutality, protest, Confederate monuments, masks—and you can’t make sense of any of it?