#62

In January 2019,
 our son created a game we still refer to as "bookshelf".

He systematically removes each book from the bookshelf. It's pretty simple.

I use the present tense because he's playing "bookshelf" right now.

Tonight, he reorganizes our theology shelf.
The dining room floor is covered with stacks of
hymnals, Bibles, commentaries and the like.
The made-sacred texts of different denominations mix in with educator self-help stories. Ancient classics piled with the freshly printed.

Luther and Nouwen get cozy in one stack.
Claiborne, Keller and Augustine in another.
But even then,
our book shelf is mostly stocked with the ideas of white men, living or dead.

It feels like the world is playing "bookshelf" right now,
with sermon notes and receipts flying out all over the place
and craving the words of the unheard.