Gangs, Nations: Same Thing by Chris Hoke

I started spending a lot of evenings in my local county jail a few years ago, doing Bible studies and meeting with inmates one on one as a young chaplain. I immediately loved the Chicano gangsters best. I thought I’d found kindred souls on the margins our society who...

Saskatoon, a Psalm by Ole Schenk

In eighth street eatshops Leaden words hiss and seal the doors. “I am not a racist, but- But. Those natives.” How long. how long - - to choke these hymns of death? How long to eat the bright paste, the acrylic lies that melt shut the mouth? Who will sing truthward...

Laughter Came From Every Brick — Teresa of Avila

Laughter Came From Every Brick Just these two words He spoke changed my life, "Enjoy Me." What a burden I thought I was to carry--a crucifix, as did He. Love once said to me, "I know a song. Would you like to hear it?" And laughter came from every brick in the street...

“Called out of darkness” – by Brad Jersak

My friend, Kevin Miller, spoke at church last Sunday. He shared about some of the joys and sorrows of being a movie screenwriter. I laughed as I heard about his encounters with some famous characters: shaking Chuck Norris' hand, getting eye-contact with the pope,...

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

Wild Geese You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You have only to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the...