Threshold
It never occurred to him to see me, exhausted and falling to pieces, alone in that room with my mother as she labored on threshold
It never occurred to him to see me, exhausted and falling to pieces, alone in that room with my mother as she labored on threshold
Best-selling memoirs tend to tell big, dramatic stories—getting sober, the messy divorce, the cancer diagnosis, the series of lovers, living through war, recovering from abuse,
We’re all speculating here, I guess, with the understanding that the speculation is itself a process of hope: what do we long for? what outcomes
A journey to who-knows-where to see who-knows-what without the proper supplies. We’re crazy.
I propose that Advent is the time when we are allowed—even encouraged—to be honest about our disappointment, our sadness, our cynicism.
Our brains are altered by swimming in digital media, its allures and distractions. And our lives of continuous partial attention make deep concentration more difficult.
I did not realize that carpet replacement would be a spiritual experience, but it turned out to be a massive exercise in crap management.
I want to focus on the power of meaning-making narratives. In the wearying events of the last few years, we’ve seen two tiny little denominations
Believing in the resurrection of Christ is a little bit easier when you’re standing in the middle of a garden. Which may help explain the
The most amazing thing about this passage, at least to me, is the evident fact that God is longing, too.