It is a slow death—a secret calcifying of parts of our hearts and souls; it is another form of grief.
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Advent Interlude
I’m interrupting my series on paradox to invite you deeper into the Advent season with this poem. It’s a prayer-cry for those of us who need to remember how desperately we need this Child to come and enter into our brokenness, grief, confusion and sin. How desperately we need this Gift. The Branch of Your… Continue reading Advent Interlude
Paradox, Part II: Solitude and Community
When we start talking about solitude and community, it often quickly gets sidetracked by the introvert/extrovert discussion.
Paradox, Part I: Exiles and Pilgrims
Pilgrims learn to walk a life of paradox: even though their hearts are set on their final destination, they walk through each day alive to its possibilities, people and lessons.
Messy Beginnings
We had hoped to have some key questions answered by now. It’s a weird, messy start to this new phase of life. Not the beginning I’d hoped for.
“Com-passionate”
My desire to listen to people’s stories of trauma—to witness and give dignity to them—seems like such a small thing. And maybe it is. I want to do more.
Pasta Life
We’re used to not living in the same city, but we’ve also gotten the hang of doing life together in a simple, natural rhythm when we are together.
On The Cusp
The unknown future is suddenly now. The bigness of it is startling.
The Gift of Presence
This morning I asked God to begin weaving the threads of my family’s life into the fabric of others’ lives here in this city. I believe place matters to God. It is not inconsequential.
A Room of My Own
Utter luxury. Decadence. A sanctuary. Each time I stepped into it and shut the door, I almost couldn’t believe it was for me.