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Loss and the Hope of Easter

The Hope of Easter Amid the Sting of Death, and WandaVision

When Grief Makes You the Villain: Last Week on WandaVision

My Own Take on the Show: The Unexpected Tears Rolling Down My Cheeks after the Finale

Till Kingdom Come: How Grieving Is an Essential Part of Living

God is in the Space Occupied by Grief

Another Week Ends: Grief and Gaming, the Hidden Devil, Embracing Humiliation, New Julien Baker, and Losing the Spelling Bee

Before we dive in, two big bits of Mockingbird news for you that dropped earlier this week. Pre-Registration is now open for #MbirdTyler21, and you can check out mbirdtyler.com for the latest info on our in-person-and-also-streaming gathering. Also, the latest Mockingbird podcast project, The Brothers Zahl, dropped this week. It’s a great introduction to the […]

A Prayer for Grandparents Day

My Children’s Grief and Sorrow are not Mine to Buffer. I Can Only Share Them.

“All Dogs Go To Heaven,” But What About Felines?

Pets Offer Us the Closest Brush We Can Have with Grace This Side of Things

Sitting Shiva for Kobe: On the Complicated Nature of Grief, and Humans

Public Grief is a Messy Thing, and We Don’t Do It Well — I Include Myself in This Claim

Because It Rains: Why Kobe Bryant’s Death Hit So Hard & Wide

Why Has a Death like that of Kobe Bryant Hit So Many So Very Hard?

On the shortness and uncertainty of life

“O God, whose days are without end, and whose mercies cannot be numbered: Make us, we pray, deeply aware of the shortness and uncertainty of human life…” (Book of Common Prayer, pg. 504)

There are no good words for
our collective destination. Apart
from tragic, untimely, too soon.
The wound at the heart of the world.
Another angel added; a road well walked.

Words won’t do now, not for this.

The living bear all the grief of those who
were and are and will one day die.
Our plans, kingdoms, minds fall flat
before the period at the end of each line.
We don’t hold the pen, our days will end.
Where then is mercy? Whither hope?

In the beginning was the Word
and the Word wept

for the world, for you, for untimely,
and too soon. The Word weeps still
with sea-born tears that wash over
again, again with each new sentence end.

The mercy is presence not relief.
Hope is a face, two hands, scarred feet.
A quiet stand at the doorway and entry in
to a place where to end is only to begin.

When Christmas Looks Like Easter: Reflections from the First 72 Hours of Processing Grief

“On This Mountain He Will Destroy / The Shroud That Enfolds All Peoples”

Text Message for the Otherworld

When I was in school, Facebook was young. One evening, I saw a dead classmate’s profile, his picture featured on the sidebar, a recommended friend. I spent the next hours perusing the status updates he had posted when he did not realize his days were numbered. For anyone wondering, now Facebook has an answer for […]

Summer in Omelas: What Are We to Do With All This (Climate) Grief? Part 2

If we do not transform our pain, we will most assuredly transmit it … Scapegoating, exporting our unresolved hurt, is the most common storyline of human history. The Jesus Story is about radically transforming history and individuals so that we don’t just keep handing on the pain to the next generation. Richard Rohr, “Transforming Pain” […]