preacher and writer in Chicago

I Don't Want to Read Lamentations

I Don't Want to Read Lamentations

I don’t want to read Lamentations.

I don’t want to cry and I don’t like to grieve.

Grieving is inconvenient and shows little partiality. In fact I’m convinced grief’s only companion is weakness. These two allies team together and wreak havoc on favorite hiding spots—self-assuredness, sentimentalism, and positivity. And it is this precise education which causes me to choose different teachers like accomplishment and encouragement and joy … yes, give me Philippians! Hymns of happiness are inspired too, right? Just give me the high notes.

Alas I’ve begun to read these pages and listen to these professors of pain. My mind tells me their wounds will be redemptive, but my heart is nevertheless apprehensive because wounds are still wounds. I don’t want to read Lamentations. But I will. Not because I will like it but rather because I know its author loves me.

Becoming Political

Becoming Political

Seven Ways to Avoid Forgiveness

Seven Ways to Avoid Forgiveness