Tag: God

Odd but God

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 27, 2018. Posted in GOD, LOVE. 2 Comments

Can I talk about God for a minute? I mean the God that presents when we step out in vulnerability, trusting that the Spirit guided our first faltering step and will be there if we succeed or fail. Lord, these steps are hard. Not because they involve a dramatic climb to the mountaintop where we’ll change the world. Rather, they mock us with...

When God Bites You In the Butt

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on February 22, 2017. Posted in General, GOD. 12 Comments

I try not to get angry at people when they disagree with me. It’s not because I’m a saintly woman. I’ve simply learned that when you get sanctimonious with someone, God will turn around and bite you in the butt. As soon as I climb onto my soapbox and start chugging soap suds into the biosphere, I’m sure to be slapped in...

Words of Incredible Wisdom

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 15, 2014. Posted in GOD. Leave a Comment

My Goddaughter’s words of incredible wisdom on God, women, love, and empowerment: “Mama Mary and Eve’s Little Girls” http://suchpoeticjustice.wordpress.com

I Remember the Dancing Samoans

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on February 3, 2014. Posted in General. 2 Comments

I think too much from the spot I stand in. So when I watched the Coke commercial during the Superbowl and felt tears start in my eyes, it never dawned on me people would complain. Calling the commercial names, some much worse than un-American. At best, divisive. To put this in perspective, my favorite physical metaphor of community is the San...

God on the Blog

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on January 11, 2014. Posted in General. Leave a Comment

A blog on God that gives me words to help me feel my way through life, like a woman blinded by the dark, touching the walls, groping her way down the long corridor, and feeling, every so often, a brick that helps her move forward. That’s what I find at A Pastor’s Thoughts by Irvin Boudreaux. Like the other blogs I’ll be mentioning...

Following the Court Jester of the Universe

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on January 6, 2014. Posted in General. Leave a Comment

Yesterday, I’m talking to the dog (yes, I talk to the dog, but that’s not the point of this particular writing) and we’re discussing being depleted. Getting the give-downs. When all the energy seems to suck out of you like someone’s pulled the plug and down the drain your energy goes. I’m wondering aloud if I might get repleted. Or whether the...

Angels on the Train

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 23, 2013. Posted in General. 3 Comments

We were many. An overflowing, summer-stuffed, unpracticed group. Even those of us who weren’t novice train-goers were intimidated by the crowd, made nervous by the excess: would I really have a seat? He was kind, the conductor who did not view his job as an opportunity to inflict minor cruelty on those more ignorant—and dependent—than he....

Open to All

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on March 25, 2013. Posted in General. 6 Comments

There is a religion in New Orleans that I don’t know. In this religion the windows open outward. The joy vibrates and you are asked, “Are you Italian?” No?” Then you are told about the blessed bean. In this religion, hands wave, the food is spread and waiting. Sometimes the religion is about the saints. Sometimes it’s about the floats you worked...

This is the House of the Lord

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on March 15, 2013. Posted in General. 4 Comments

In my mother and father’s house, a neighbor brings the morning newspaper to the back door. Six-thirty and the paper leans in the dark against the steps. Another neighbor, every trash day, rolls the garbage can to the curb. Yet another carts the mail down the long driveway. If this neighbor finds herself busy with life, she has a backup,...

Watching the Oyster Shells

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on February 28, 2013. Posted in General. 5 Comments

I live in Memphis, Tennessee. In the mornings I walk to the yoga studio. In class we address the channel of the Wolf River Harbor, the initial source of water for us Memphians. When we relax on our mats, we are trusting the land beneath us that is a sandbar, accreted from a wreck until it was firm enough to build our houses and the yoga studio....