Makeshift Masterpiece

Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with grace

Judas’ Feet Got Washed Too
There are Sundays when I don’t find myself in a sanctuary. Not because I don’t miss it.Not because I don’t long for the table. I…
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Participation, Not Agreement
Today I needed not to be in the sanctuary. Not in the overpriced seats. Not in the beautiful landscape. Not staring at the font. Not…
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Bread and Balance
We gathered today in a chapel of welcome to hear a word of hope. We sang the songs and the words echoed with strength, comfort,…
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Unity is Protest
Some people hear “protest” and picture chaos.Broken windows. Yelling. Division. But that’s not the whole truth. And honestly? It’s not even the main one. Protest—real…
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I Close My Door, But Not My Eyes
I’m angry and sad and hopeful all at once—and none of those cancel the others out.They stack. They grind. They pray in my throat. People…
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