Content Warning: Language cups, plates, scatteredspaghetti massacre on laps.all the restaurant alert&this ga'damn tvsayin' WE lost!white girls vanishthe whole world grit they teeth,but a black girl's disappearancewarrants city wide curfews;a second silencing60 black girls ghost    //in the nation's capital&my phone never rang about it!64,000 in the world&Lady Gaga ain’t sanging bout it.whole world...  Read More

"I Feel Sorry for Jesus" by Naomi Shihab Nye (read by Kelley Weber) John 2:13-24Jesus in Jerusalem at Passover13 It was nearly time for the Jewish Passover, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. 14 He found in the temple those who were selling cattle, sheep, and doves, as well as those involved in exchanging currency sitting there. 15 He made a whip from ropes and chased them all out of the temple, incl...  Read More

These two poems by author @d.jacksonpoetics (Drew Jackson) speak to the harshness and beauty of the world. May we hold space for both. What do the poems say to you? John 2:13-24Jesus in Jerusalem at Passover13 It was nearly time for the Jewish Passover, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. 14 He found in the temple those who were selling cattle, sheep, and doves, as well as those involved in exchanging...  Read More

Pastor Sarah preached the Ash Wednesday Service and she challenged us to consider a different kind of fast - of justice and kindness. It's a must see as you journey through this season. John 2:13-24Jesus in Jerusalem at Passover13 It was nearly time for the Jewish Passover, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. 14 He found in the temple those who were selling cattle, sheep, and doves, as well as those i...  Read More

COURTBy Emma JaneYour Holy court is the place I long to dwellTo sit at your feet, and pour out my sweet vesselLike Mary who came before me, with everything to giveYour temple should be Holy without the sellers to make profitThe merchants who go at the fore in my soul I know them to bleatInattention to what is righteous and loud voices of greedOh Lord, wreck the temple I’ve built with all my foes a...  Read More

a holy rage by Sarah RugenstoneDon’t they know I serve our God of holyrage?Don’t they know passion for God’s houseconsumes me?it rises up and flushes my cheeks,radiates frenzied echos of heatthrough all my limbs,a holy rageemerges whenGod’s houseis made into a denfor wolves in sheepsclothingmy words will be for you, God,like a whip tied from ropesin anger, I’ll strike, I’ll tear acrossthe places t...  Read More