#biblical imagination

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The Sabbath Sabotage

They told usholiness was neat,pressed flat like Sunday clothes,folded into bulletins,spoken in indoor voices,kept safely between hymnsand handshakes.They told usSabbath was a soft thing,a nap for the soul,a gentle pausebefore returningto the holy machineryof earning, buying, proving, becoming.But Sabbath was never safe.Sabbath is a wrenchthrown into Pharaoh’s gears.A door barred against the…

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Branch

I was cut for celebration. Not for lumber, not for kindling, not for the weaving of roofs or baskets, but for a moment. For a shout. For the trembling edge of hope. I had lived high above the road, drinking sun, speaking only with wind. I knew the language of sparrows, the gossip of dust, the long patience of trees. Beneath me Jerusalem swelled and sighed as she always did—stones hot with…

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