Faith has not been easy for me, and calling myself a Christian has become harder over the years. As I find myself more and more “on the edge of the inside” of Christianity, I’ve…
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“But how do we remain contemplative and engage in activism?” A question I didn’t even know I had until I heard myself ask it. Better to say The Question I didn’t know I had.…
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When I was 14 years old I went to the beach with some friends from my youth group. Once unpacked, we laid our towels down on the sand and spread out, soaking up the…
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Here we are again A nightmare we know too well The familiar mix of emotions Anger. Despair. Grief. Confusion. Here we are again An anchor of resignation pulling us down The familiar questions Who? How? How many? Is this enough? Here we are again. A broken man. A broken world. And…
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During my first year of college, I had an 8am (!) Biological Anthropology with the intimidating, serious, not-messing-around, Dr. Madrigal. She would start each morning with a fierce “It’s 8 o’clock lets begin” and…
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Dear ones, I’ve started this post five or six times, each time I am at a loss for words. My heart and my soul grieve. How is this happening again? What have we done? When ‘45’ publicly…