Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus. So, when he heard that Lazarus was ill, he stayed two days longer in the place where he… Read more “When Jesus Waits Two Days”
My grandpa died on Saturday. He was 86. It’s strange to type those words. The grief I feel seems detached in a way. More because I’m not in Illinois grieving with my family and less because of anything else.
Yet, he’s gone from this spinning sphere of dirt and water, oxygen and sun. I won’t ever hear his voice again.
I wasn’t planning on writing this post. Really. I wasn’t. I’ve been laid down by the world’s most aggressive cold and on more Mucinex than a human… Read more “What 365 Days On My Own Taught Me”
I am not good at being alone for extended periods of time. I’m terrible at being silent. And I’m fairly sure that demure or composed are words… Read more “The War of Being Made New”
There are times in life when you know Adventure is beckoning you. Sometimes it sweeps you away with a great gust of breath, wrapping you up in… Read more “When Adventure Calls”
The Church needs art. We don’t need more watered down ideas of what art might be or how it manifests itself, but real art. We need creations… Read more “Why the Church Needs Art”
“You are never ready to be out on your own.” “The road before you is a vast expanse of undiscovered opportunity, and it can will be… Read more “The Transition Experience (Or What Happens When You Quit Your Job)”