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My view of religion had become deeply damaged. I entered college and then my professional career with a hatred and disrespect for it. Religion for me was synonymous with hypocrisy and greed. To me, it was a crutch for the weak.

Items I will try to find: Saturn Why?: ’Cause … the rings When: July 24, 2021

When I need to call upon inner strength, I often think about my mother’s hands. In the ten years since she passed away, I can no longer remember her exact smell. Nor can I see her face as clearly in my mind as I once was able. I see it blurred, soft and undefined, like looking at someone through a frosted pane.

Each week, the folks at Preachy will offer you something of a reflection. This week we offer a playlist built on joy.

The language of the Qur’an is the language of poetry and so I found that meaning was the eye into translation and not the other way round. That’s when I began to take the exegeses and history classes more seriously. Without them, I found translation useless to my spirituality.

While our churches are wildly different in some ways, we always seem to come back to some core agreement when we talk about faith. But in this space we’re doing something new: We’re going to come to some mutual understanding about a Bible verse.

Each Friday, the folks at Preachy offer you something of a reflection for your weekend.

When we open ourselves to the wild in all its radical otherness, we also open ourselves to the divine, whose handiwork nature is and whose character is stamped upon it like a potter’s fingerprint on a clay vessel.

Each Friday, the folks at Preachy will offer you something of a reflection for your weekend. This Friday, we present our first Space Object of the Month, in which a Preachy co-editor invites you to learn how to use his telescope (with him): Items I will try to find: NGC 6530/Lagoon Nebula.

If Noah had 200 years, why didn’t he spread around a bit of his foresight and encourage his community to build their own arks? Why did he keep his knowledge of impending doom to himself (and his family)? Why didn’t he challenge God? Maybe Noah wants to play his own hero role? And that brings us to Elon Musk.

I was angry at the pandemic year that had been stolen from my active, bright, brave, world explorer cousin before she died, the year stolen from those closest to her. I was angry at the sight of these people having to see the world without us there to protect them. I started to cry.

Each Friday, the folks at Preachy will offer you something of a reflection for your weekend. This Friday, we present the work of Green-House, for, you know, good vibes. Enjoy.

The Pioneer Plaques may echo Biblical verse in this regard: Both are abridged attempts to express the breadth and depth of our reality. I say this as scraps of poetry written thousands of years ago continue to shape almost every strand of the U.S. sociopolitical fabric.