• This thing has feathers. (pinned post)

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    Yeah, yeah, I misquoted Dickinson. (She wrote, “Hope is the thing with feathers,” not “Hope’s the thing…” But this is a meme I made a while back that isn’t really a meme because it’s not meming, but it does seem, unfortunately, to be evergreen: Feel free to use it if you like, though.

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  • Othering, Eight Mile, and Original Sin

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    Earlier this week, a Detroit pastor was shot dead while asking his partying neighbors to keep the noise level down. I read the online article from WDIV, channel 4. I know better, but as with any bad habit, I did it anyway: I read the comments. They rivaled the story itself as examples of heartbreaking

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  • A Psalm for Detroit

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    As Detroit enters bankruptcy, this Psalm comes to mind. Let all who rejoice at my ruin be ashamed and disgraced; let those who boast against me be clothed with dismay and shame. Let those who favor my cause sing out with joy and be glad; let them say always, ‘Great is the LORD, who desires

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  • The “Good Samaritan”

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    Once again I’m blogging on a lectionary passage at the end of the day, just as it’s fading from view to be replaced by next Sunday’s texts — at least for sermon-writers. But the rest of us churchgoers can spend a bit more time with today’s Gospel. So here goes. In light of the “not

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  • Crumbs of Christ

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    As I partook in that great banquet—a tiny bite and sip of Infinity—I reflected on the hardened crumb in my left hand. It became for me an icon of our Lord’s chosen vulnerability. On Saturday, we ordained a new deacon and a new priest at the cathedral where I work. The diocese‘s new Canon to

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  • A story of Detroit as told by its street maps.

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     Satellite view of Detroit and Windsor, showing Lake Erie (bottom) and Lake St. Clair Detroit’s street map has often been described as a palimpsest. I’ve called it the broken hub of a wheel dumped beside the river (which isn’t really a river; it’s a strait), but my metaphor actually leaves out most of the streets.

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