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Sunday, August 31, 2025
Sunday Reflection: The Heartbroken
On Friday, I was riding home from work along Minnehaha Creek and realized I was just five blocks from Annunciation Catholic Church where children were shot in a horrific incident this past Wednesday. Two children were killed, 17 injured, and hundreds traumatized for life.
I had never been down that part of 54th street, which is a pretty typical Minneapolis neighborhood with tidy houses with flowers out front and a mix of stores at the intersection. The church is across the street from "Mac's Fish and Chips," which had a hand-lettered sign in the window supporting the church.
The church was ringed by somber people. There were tables laden with food set out for those who visited, and makeshift memorials around the church itself. The windows that the shooter aimed through had been boarded up, and chalk was set out for people to write massages on the boards and the sidewalk.
I stood by the church and cried, which is what everyone else seemed to be doing. Then I walked to the front and watched people console one another in two's and threes. Across the street, news crews leaned on their equipment, waiting for a vigil scheduled for later in the evening.
It was devastating to see it. As I walked away, a man wearing an Annunciation School sweatshirt said "thanks so much for supporting us."
I turned to him, surprised that he was thanking me for anything. For a moment I couldn't think of anything to say and then I tearfully said the only thing I could: "I'm so sorry." He wrapped me up in a big hug that lasted.
I asked him "will you pray with me?" He did. And then he took out his phone and showed me a picture I will never forget. It was a photo of the shirt his son was wearing to school on the day of the shooting. On the back of the shirt at the top were two holes: One where a bullet entered and a second where it exited, on either side of the neck of the shirt. The bullet passed a millimeter from his son's spine.
Then he told me what happened. There was a big kid in his son's pew, who realized what was going on and shoved everyone near him to the ground, then laid on top of them to protect them.
I hope that story gets told, that this young hero is recognized. And I hope, I pray, that we all get better and are better.
I love our state fair, where I get see things like this pig and the 10-year-old who raised it. But it also signals the end of summer, which is a little hard sometimes. Let's haiku about that this week.
The shadows lengthen
At six in the evening
My shadow waves back.
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable pattern and have somem fun!
Yesterday, I was driving to work up I-35W near 50th street when I saw the police helicopter in the air. It wasn't moving, but rather staying in one place. That's when I knew something bad had happened-- and I feared the worst.
As we all know, it was the worst, the very worst, the murder of children at school. This time, at morning Mass at a Catholic school not so far from my house. Again, too, another young white man with a big bag of grievances and hatreds.
At some point, are we going to act like we actually care about this?
One thing that seems logical is to start monitoring social media for people posting about violence and hatred and shootings, the same way we do for pedophiles. It seems that they nearly always post their beliefs somewhere, after all.
In Minnesota, we do have a "red flag law" that allows action to be taken when people threaten violence. However, that law relies largely on family members and others close to the person spouting hate to turn them in-- a mechanism designed to disappoint, because those closest to a person are those least likely to turn him in.
It might be a hard thing to do, but we have reached the point where we need to do hard things.
There is a difference between anecdotes and data-- but be accurate, people!
This graphic is generally true, but there is one glaring error (at least): Detroit is listed as Republican town, but it has a Democratic Mayor and Michigan's Governor is still Democrat Gretchen Whitmer.
It's probably not fair to list cities in states with Republican governors but Democratic mayors (and city councils) as "Republican"-- at the very least, they are mixed re responsibility for high crime. The state listings are more fair that way-- and telling.
If you are interested, I have two things out on very different topics.
First, you can download this short book chapter about clemency and violent crime-- something that has seen a real shift in the last year, with good and bad implications.
Second, I had this piece about two long-term dangers of AI in last weekend's Waco Tribune Herald.
I'm a fan of good sermons. That, of course, means that I am often disappointed. Recently, it occurred to me that we might not even realize that some ministers have begin letting AI write their sermons once that starts happening, since the hallmarks of AI-- inauthenticity, failure to identify a coherent viewpoint, a focus on avoiding offense, bland aphorisms, and a lack of storytelling-- have been there in bad sermons all along.
Lately, though, I have heard a few really excellent sermons. One was by Tom Cook at St. Stephens at Edina. The second was by Richard Yeager-Stiver at Grosse Pointe Congregational Church (the church I grew up in). Both were deeply human, and did something I see too rarely: root their message in their own ethos. It's what Aristotle advised two millenia ago, but still seems hard to do for many preachers-- they present little of themselves other than as a kind of omniscient expert on Christianity. There is no struggle, no failure, no roughness or doubt. And who believes that?
One problem with the ethos-free sermon is that we never get a glimpse of the minister's personal theology. Does she think the whole Bible is literally true? If not, how does she read it? What parts are most challenging? These are pretty important things to know if we are to understand their teaching from the pulpit.
It's a hard job, to stand in front of a bunch of people every week and talk about God. I appreciate all of those who make an effort. But I'd be lying if I said I always walked out of church the same way. What I want is to feel the way people did when they walked away after Jesus was teaching: they were always amazed or angry or euphoric or sad. No one set off on their way home from a Jesus sermon thinking "well, that was okay, I guess."
We are moving on to "where is that sweater?" season in Minnesota, but just finished a weird patch where it rained hard every night then cleared out for the daytime. It made me kind of miss rainy summer days. So let's haiku about that this week.
I can read a book
Without guilt or distraction.
And the sound: Drop. Drop.
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable pattern and have some fun!
Washington DC's US Attorney is Fox News stalwart Jeanine Pirro, has announced that her office will limit plea agreements to lesser charges for street crimes.
It should be noted that Pirro has significant experience as both a line prosecutor and an elected DA (in Westchester County NY), so she knows where this leads. If prosecutors don't offer good deals, more people go to trial. That stresses the system as a whole, but the prosecutors most of all. It's an edict that is often made but not as often carried out over the long term.
There has been a remarkable loss of talent within the DOJ, as career prosecutors and managers retire en masse. That means that the crush of cases will fall largely on new hires.
And, dear reader, that will not be a very good job. Too many trials, too many cases, too little experience... it's a bad bad bad combination.
This weekend begins the college football season, with a Saturday matchup between the Big 12's Iowa State and Kansas State, played in Dublin, Ireland.
These aren't two teams that I really care a lot about... but I'm thrilled that it is that time of year! I do kind of wonder what the Irish make of it all; football is fundamentally a strange sport if you don't grow up with it. Those experiencing it for the first time are often taken with how much standing around there is, particularly in contrast with the European version of football....
Well, here is a baffling development: Louisiana is sending national guard troops to suppress crime in DC.
Shreveport, Louisiana has a violent crime rate of 1228/100,000. DC's is 948/100,000 people. It seems like maybe DC should be sending troops to Louisiana.
But, of course, that's not really what this is about. And that's a shame because the truth is that crime is not evenly distributed, and a "surge" of attention at the right time can make a difference. In 2023, DC really was in trouble, but their rates of violence have come down since then. If all this was rational, we would be sending resources from other states to Memphis right now, and that would be a good thing.
I've spent a fair amount of time around theologians-- people who think about theology, one way or another, for a living. Sometimes I'm baffled by the complexity of their work, which often leads me to think "how do you know that?"
Sometimes people refer to "personal theology," but all theology is personal-- if no one believes it personally, it isn't really theology, is it? My own theology has evolved a lot over the years, often influenced by those experts in theology I have known (though often more influenced by their questions than by their answers).
My personal morality and religion is built around the constantly challenging teaches of Jesus. I really do focus pretty narrowly on the four Gospels and Jesus himself, and I suppose that is theological choice.
In a bigger way, though my theology is rooted in a single question, which is this: "I believe there is a God-- so what does that mean?"
Over the years, I have developed some answers to that question that may seem superficial but actually can be quite challenging:
-- There is a God, and it is not me.
-- Because there is a God and it is not me, there are going to be a huge number of things that I do not know or understand (but God does).
-- That the existence of God argues for the same thing Jesus did: Humility.
-- Though I am a very very very small part of God's Universe, that does not mean I am unimportant, as I am a part of that remarkable whole.
There will be more-- I am still a work in progress.
If you missed it, here is the short press conference after the conclusion of the Trump-Putin meeting in Alaska. It's hard to tell if anything got done, but time will tell:
When it starts to get a little colder (at least in Minnesota) that means it's time to get school supplies. I've basically been doing this most of my life, and it is still a part of my routine-- I want to make sure I have some nice pencils and pads in plenty of time.
So, let's haiku about that this week. Here, I will go first:
Big fat Number Twos
The pencils I love the most
Me? Avid scribbler.
Now is is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable formula and have some fun!
In the wake of the 2023 invasion of Israel by Hamas, most reasonable people expected a response from Israel. It was a horrifying incursion, largely targeted at civilians. As Ezra Klein of the New York Times explains (quoting Joe Biden), equivalent to Israel's size, it was a loss of life like fifteen 9/11's.
But the loss of life in Gaza is now equivalent to 2,500 9/11's. Starvation there is a reality as aid has been restricted.
If you have a subscription to the Times, I recommend you watch Klein's full video.
The new era in college football just doesn't feel right
This is the time of year that I start reading about college football in preparation for the season-- getting a sense of who will be good, what the best games will be, etc.
But this year those articles are disconcerting. "New QB lands two-year deal worth $3 million" is an actual headline. About college football.
Look, it has long been a fiction that big-time college football was actually connected to the actual academic institutions-- these were not guys who got out of Organic Chem class and headed over to practice. Universities across the country increasingly segregated the football players from the rest of the student body over the last 30 years or so. First it was dorms, then dining halls, then (basically) their own majors and academic curricula.
And now, the final frontier is crossed as they are straight-up paid. I get the argument for this in terms of rewarding people for the value they bring. I just liked it when it was easier to pretend that student-athletes were students first, or at all.
Yesterday, President Trump decried DC as over-run by "bloodthirsty criminals" and announced three actions:
-- That the DOJ will take over the DC police
-- That the National Guard will be deployed
-- That FBI agents will be assigned to the District
I'm curious about how each of these will be implemented. The DOJ takeover of the police department puzzles me, as I'm not sure who at the DOJ is actually going to do it. AG Pam Bondi was assigned the task, but being AG is already a full-time job. What that "takeover" will mean in real terms is TBD.
The National Guard deployment is probably not going to make much of a difference. DC includes about 44,000 acres. So if you deploy 2,000 troops to kind of watch out for crime, that is 22 acres per soldier. Setting aside a lack of training in police work, etc., if they are just observers it is silly to think that they will be much of a deterrent given the vastness of the task. If they focus on where crime most often occurs (which would make sense) they won't be in the more-visible areas where tourists and wealthier DC residents are found-- and I suspect that the point is to have them in those safer areas, unfortunately.
Assigning the FBI to the District is weird in that, well, there already is an FBI office there with plenty to do. If the intent is to have FBI agents serve as patrol officers, that is a terrible fit-- the rough equivalent of an FBI Agent in a police force is a detective: they are trained to solve crimes, not walk around looking for it.
There IS a way the FBI could be used that would be helpful, and that may be the plan, ultimately. If FBI agents were assigned to increase the clearance rate for murders and non-fatal shootings (especially the latter), it could have a real effect on gun violence. If that's the plan, I'm for it. But I fear that is not the plan.
There is a lot of confusing interplay between faith in nature. If we are out of the city, we call it "God's country." People sit by a mountain lake and say "This is my church." For some, being in nature is a proof that there is a God. (and by "some people," I mean me).
But everything is God's, isn't it? Including the city? Do we leave God's domain when we drive home?
I suppose what we mean is that in nature we are seeing a purer version of God's creation-- one we haven't messed up so much, perhaps, with pavement and cars and the rest of it.
The whole thing makes me feel challenged to see God's creation wherever I go, in all of it. That's harder to do, sure, but it probably will take me closer to the God I live with everyday rather than some kind of "special occasion" God who is present only where the road ends and the trees are tall.
Last week, I got this email from Minneapolis City Councilman Michael Rainville:
The Big Honking Truck Parade is Tomorrow
Bring your friends and family to Nicollet Mall July 31 for the first-ever Big Honking Truck Parade. The parade features City of Minneapolis cars, fire engines, snowplows, and police and fire trucks, plus construction vehicles, semitrailers and more from local businesses and operators.
The municipal motorcade starts around 5:30 p.m. at East Grant Street, travels down Nicollet Mall and ends at Sixth Street South. The vehicles will hold still for your pictures at the end of the route until 8 p.m.
From 4 to 8 p.m., Nicollet Mall will host more than 30 local businesses for an evening market. Shop local, find homemade wares and grab food – including special flavors of homemade ice cream – from Twin Cities-based booths.
Wow! That does sound like quite an event. And... it's kind of nice to have a political communication that is just about something fun to do.
I see that Sen. John Fetterman has a memoir coming out this November, titled (unsurprisingly) "Unfettered." I suspect a lot of it will be about his struggles with depression and a stroke, but politics can't stay too far away. It's a rough time to be in the Senate right now, especially as a Democrat, and I'm hoping some of that will come out in his book.
Many political memoirs are disappointing, largely because what the political figure thinks is interesting (their grandmother, an interesting conversation they had with a steelworker in Gary) is not really what we are after when we buy the book-- we want to know what they really did at work.
Speaking of memoirs... aren't we still waiting for Obama's volume 2?
The first time I ever had elotes was at Sara Sommervold's graduation party here in Minneapolis, and all I wanted was more! Here is how to prepare it.
First, grill a bunch of corn on the cob. I like to butter it first and get it close to the heat so there is some scald and crunch going on.
Once the corn is grilled, you face a choice. I prefer to cut the corn off the cob into cups before proceeding to the next step (esquites), while many people just keep it on there. Either way, you are going to coat it with a concoction made of the following:
When I lived in Waco it was easy to identify the song of the summer, because the lifeguards at the pool were blasting it regularly. Now, it's become more of a challenge. I know that last year was supposedly Brat summer, but for me it was all about Shaboozey:
But this summer, I don't know... what all have you got?
I'd like to feature some great preachers I know over the next few weeks. For good reason, I'm starting with Hulitt Gloer, who (along with next week's feature, Randall O'Brien) taught me more about faith than anyone when we co-taught a class at Baylor. I love the way he uses the right word in the right place-- and the way he uses silence.
We are approaching a great time of the year-- State Fair season. And already we are in the heart of County Fair season, which can be pretty great on its own. So let's haiku about that this week! Here, I will go first:
I do love the smell
Fried everything and diesel
August recipe.
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable pattern and have some fun!