March 23. Anniversaries and such.

Today is my one-year anniversary.

It’s very rare to know the date of the day you got sick, but I know.  Because over the past year I’ve seen over 20+ doctors and had to recount this strange story more time than I can count.  At some point, early on, I opened up a note in my phone and began to track dates and symptoms so that I could update the Drs I was speaking with.

So here you go:

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Praying the Psalms

I’m into the Psalms these days. They’re teaching me how to pray in this broken world.

(I actually hate typing that.  They’re not intended to be a lesson on prayer.  They weren’t written as a curriculum to instruct us to survive the tension.  They’re just us listening in as real people pour out their hearts through poetry.  Songs are not always meant to be sermons.)

But I’ve been watching the psalmists sing their songs for some time now, and I’ve noticed this rhythm fills a lot of their prayers:

  1. God – this is who you are (e.g. your steadfast love never fails)

Thoughts for white people (like me).

One night, a few friends and I got into a conversation about the Holocaust. One of our group, who was from Austria, got visibly shaken, upset, and grieved. She explained to us that her people feel a Collective Shame over what happened. One by one our group tried to comfort her: but you weren’t alive when that happened! You didn’t do anything! Who knows what you would have done if you had been there? 

Easter Thursday Prayer Night

As Easter draws near, I want to try something I’ve been dreaming about for a long time.

The Thursday before Easter is always one of my favorite days with Jesus. He’s taught me so much about intimacy, and purpose and the deep love He has for me through meditating on His Thursday night all those years ago. And I want to share that experience with others.

So, if you’re in or around Austin and want to get together with me and a few friends while we do a night of prayer, connecting with Jesus through His night in the garden, then join us!

Birthday lessons

It’s a fairly normal birthday activity for me: reflecting.  I think about what I’ve learned this past year, or about what I have watched God do.  Sometimes the thing I’ve learned is new information, and sometimes it’s old information that’s worked its way under the skin in a new way.

This year, it’s nothing new.  I don’t know when it happened. I don’t know if it was this past year or the past ten, but I do know – that as I woke on my birthday this year, and looked down at myself, it was with some surprise  – and no surprise at all – that I noticed that I have learned to like myself.