Thinking about how to introduce Bruceinaword I found myself in need of help. It was obvious: call Janna. So I phoned her. Janna is my step daughter. She answered from her Minnesota store where she was selling sweaters and jeans.…
Thinking about how to introduce Bruceinaword I found myself in need of help. It was obvious: call Janna. So I phoned her. Janna is my step daughter. She answered from her Minnesota store where she was selling sweaters and jeans.…
In the middle of the journey of our lifeI came to my senses in a dark forest,For I had lost the straight path. Oh, how hard it is to tellWhat a dense, wild, and tangled wood this was,the thought of…
Wake, awake, for night is flying.The watchmen on the heights are crying:Awake Jerusalem, at last. It is approaching only two o’clock and already the day is darkening. Why now? Night approaching? Wind is blowing – cold wind. Habibi is jumping,…
In the days when we lived there, in Columbus, Ohio, the Great Southern Hotel was a grand enough building, perhaps not as splendid as it had once been. But it was impressive with deep color walls and velvet upholsteries and…
Ten years ago. That November morning was cold; I was cold – heart cold – hollow, empty space cold, life up and gone cold. I stood in an outdoor razor wire cage of loneliness. The gloves I wore, woolen filigree,…
This morning I sat in a near the front of church pew with my children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. It has been a while, well more than a decade since I entered Central Lutheran in Minneapolis. I had once worked…
Early on a Friday morning in May I walked from prison toward a parking lot. There a congregation of friends had assembled to welcome my coming out. And all the while, on the steps of that prison building an audience…
Bruce was released on May 19. Blog posts will resume the first Sunday in July.
I believe that today I will have my last prison visit. I had been there for three years, in the village where Illinois and Wisconsin rub up against each other, where orange and blue, green and gold jersey clad fans…
I don’t remember the name of the man who asked to visit me. When he arrived at my house I gave him coffee and listened uneasily as we sat together, he intending goodness and I under a spell of misery in…
Less can be – often is – more. Take this for example: “I believe in you.” Period. Leave it there. No conditions, no dictates, no restrictions. Simply, “I believe in you.” Enough said. Four words, not a lot of syllables,…