As long as I can remember, I have always liked to write. Never minded papers in school and almost always have a notebook on hand to trap thoughts in ink before they’re lost. Sometimes I use writing as a clarifying or an emptying from everything going on in my head. Can’t say it always proves... Continue Reading →
Letters
A far green country.
9.13.2020 Dad, A far green country. It is a track on The Lord of the Rings film score, but it is also Denmark. In the movie, the far green country is the Shire, where the hobbits live. It is where Bilbo, Frodo and Sam are from. At the end of the first Hobbit movie, the... Continue Reading →
Koinonia.
8.31.2020 Dad, I am reading The Last Supper by Scott Hahn, a former Protestant pastor who joined the Catholic church. It is a fascinating and enlightening explanation of the relationship between the Book of Revelation in the Bible and the Catholic Mass. Hahn says the Catholic Mass is the key to unraveling the mystery of... Continue Reading →
The arena.
8.19.20 Dad, I have been waiting on this a long time. Mulling over when and how to express something so lofty. So precious as life. Like holding a bird in your hands. Cupping them firmly enough so he doesn’t fly away but gently so as not to harm him. I think the truth is often... Continue Reading →
8.16.20_SFCs: Three to be married.
Dad, There are times when all I seem to think about is boys and relationships. It’s like free floating on waves. I bob up to the peak of the wave and see clearly, then proceed to fall to the bottom (the “trough” in technical terms) awaiting the next peak. The time between one peak and... Continue Reading →
Betrothed.
8.13.20 Dad, It is your sweet wife’s birthday today. A big one, as you already know, I am sure. She will probably give me a hard time about publishing a letter revealing she is sixty years old, but I think it is important to specify. We all talk so often how growing in age is... Continue Reading →
The southside.
7.18.2020 Dad, I went to the city last Sunday to St. Thomas the Apostle for mass. This is the black Catholic church that embodies so well the diversity and beauty of the image of Christ. The priest and deacon are black, which is important to me because I miss being under the leadership of black... Continue Reading →
The invisible player.
7.11.2020 Dad, The daily Scripture reading today comes from Isaiah chapter six. The verses are one through eight. The last, six-eight, is my verse. Here I am. Send me. Though this is the short and sweet reminder, the whole scene in this section of Isaiah is quite beautiful. I have spoken of it before, but... Continue Reading →
Lets talk about pride.
7.5.2020 Dad, If I think about it, it was quite fitting returning home from Denmark the day before the fourth. The whole month of June abroad I got to feel what it is like to be inside another country as an outsider. To be within and without. Us Americans asked the Danish girls on the... Continue Reading →
Undoing.
6.19.2020 Dad, I realize from my short 25 years that I have a lifetime of undoing ahead of me. More than a lifetime if I am true to my humanity. All of my efforts to arrive and be good have actually taken me farther away. All of my delusions I could be my own god... Continue Reading →
Upper room.
5.31.2020 Dad, I’m still only playing at love. I’m still only playing with black lives. I’m not trying to know their world but pull them into my own. Use the Dream [Between the World and Me] that burdens them to clothe their beautiful black bodies and redeem their inhumane lives. But it cannot. The white... Continue Reading →
