Advent

As I watch the ongoing mutation and collapse of my nation and society, Advent seems grittier and more necessary than in years past. You can feel our empire shudder and fret. The Rulers and the Rich and the Reverends, they twist into something astonishing and fearsome. They feed the people with lies. Words and actions

I wrote this after I could no longer watch the returns of Election Night, so it's a bit of a panicking paroxysm, but given the state of affairs, I think I'm allowed it. Two nights ago, I started a post about the fact that with a Trump victory, the United States would be entering a

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6ifY1UV3CM Outside is America. #AdventIsNow #blacklivesmatter

In light of the two grand jury decisions to not indict the police officers who killed two young black men, I'm posting tonight the text version of the sermon I preached at St. Lydia's a few weeks ago. This is, after all, the first week of Advent. #blacklivesmatter (You can listen to the recording here). I'm so

I preached this sermon at St. Lydia's in Brooklyn, NY on the First Sunday of Advent on the evenings of Sunday, November 9 and Monday, November 10. This recording is from the latter. The title is "The End is Near: Finding Our Voices in the Wilderness of Advent." https://soundcloud.com/bleak-theology/the-end-is-near-finding-our-voices-in-the-wilderness-of-lent The Scripture is Jeremiah 33.14-16 NRSV.