Author Archives: bpemery

Christ the little girl Christ is a little girl locked in a basement cellar. Starving, she hasn’t eaten in weeks. Abandoned, she doesn’t know where her parents are. Someone—somehow, for some reason—is pumping a poisonous gas into her basement from … Continue reading →

Text John 14:8-12 My father’s name was Martin Suess.  And while I always loved my dad, it took some growing up on my part to fully appreciate him. As a 12 year old, Daddy didn’t exactly match my image of … Continue reading →

I am a cosmic ball of emotional energy, sitting in the world of my mind, the world of my office, the world of homelessness, the world of academia.   There is excitement. In a few short hours, I will see … Continue reading →

Matthew 14: 13-21  Some of us were raised with a whole host of very clear and explicit rules in our families; and for some of us the rules were a little less explicit.  I suspect most of the rules in … Continue reading →

PROLOGUE: “Most people are playing nice right now managing this virus, the wreckage, pain and anger it will leave behind requires solidarity and healing.”  New York Times, 4/20/2020 “. . . a Quaker is a friend who helps you find … Continue reading →

Luke 24:13-35 My wonderful Aunt,  Bunny Gillin, lives at Friends Homes, a retirement community here in Greensboro.  When the plea went out a few weeks ago for homemade masks…. she got busy making masks for anyone in need. As her … Continue reading →

It doesn’t feel like Easter. Not to me, anyway. Not right now. Let me be honest. On Easter, Jesus emerged from the tomb. He put two feet on the ground. He took fresh air into his lungs. He gardened, I … Continue reading →

Good morning, Friends. It’s good to be with you in Zoomland and to be traveling through this unusual, transformative, and deeply unfortunate time with The Beautiful People of the Divine Light. Sigmund Freud, the father of psychoanalysis, helped transform the … Continue reading →

Needle Hill It is a cold winter evening in Seattle. A light rain is falling on my beanie, on my shoulders. Grey clouds fill the sky. Loud horns and unapologetic sirens envelope the soundscape. I can barely hear myself think. … Continue reading →