Rabble Rousers

Messy Jesus Business contributors Annemarie Barrett Annemarie grew up in the Midwest and now lives in Bolivia, South America. Her spiritual journey has been greatly influenced by the Catholic Worker Movement and the Franciscan charism of humble availability and deep solidarity. She has also been influenced and transformed by the unique experience of spending most ofContinue reading “Rabble Rousers”

love upon my heart for teens like Trayvon

A teenage boy, Trayvon Martin, was killed a month ago in Florida. Since then his death has heated up the national news and sparked highly emotional questions, comments, protests, prayer, rallies and vigils.  We’re angry, lamenting and mourning.  In our hearts we know something is wrong and we are acting for peace. Last week aContinue reading “love upon my heart for teens like Trayvon”

disturbed in the desert

It’s Lent. I am a disciple, trying to fast and pray in the desert. I’m getting hungry for some great elation, getting worn out from discomforts. I am all hot and bothered–hah! I am disturbed. I’ve been thinking “perhaps that’s the whole point of discipleship.” We must be disturbed. This journey with Jesus is a journey of conversion–Continue reading “disturbed in the desert”

“What if it’s too hard?!”

My students are brilliant.  They endure so much and remain hopeful and faithful.  Prayers of gratitude pour out of them easier than on-time assignments.  Every day I hear praise that God gave them another day.  It’s amazing to me.  But, it shouldn’t be. They’re teenagers and they know they have a life of greatness aheadContinue reading ““What if it’s too hard?!””

preparing, minus materialism

Therefore, stay awake! For you do not know on which day your Lord will come. Be sure of this: if the master of the house had known the hour of night when the thief was coming, he would have stayed awake and not let his house be broken into. So too, you also must beContinue reading “preparing, minus materialism”

being hot water, not lukewarm or otherwise

On the bus this morning I had a conversation with a neighbor.  I heard her vent about having children. I listened and then acknowledged the challenge of working with anyone who is still seeking his or her identity. “I know what you mean,” she said. “I didn’t know what my identity was when I was a teenager,Continue reading “being hot water, not lukewarm or otherwise”

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