After a couple of years of sweating over each syllable, I suddenly needed the words. I hungered to write them. On vacations, my family urged me to take a break and I
became cranky. What happened? How did the words begin to grow like wildflowers
that I no longer had to coddle?
I shared today in church a few of parables from Matthew 13: mustard
seed, yeast, treasure, pearl. I tried to just tell them as stories: very
little editorial commentary or explanation, just the stories.
The passage from
Micah raises some important theological questions related to God's revelation.
Micah is clear that focusing solely on our well-being and declaring war on the
poor will lead to a cessation of revelation and vision.
If you haven't been following the conversation around Occupy Wall
Street, it's perhaps best summarized in terms of the Tumblrs.
First there were the 99 percent, who have been demonstrating in
New York and elsewhere for weeks.