There is a flow to life. A rhythm. An overarching and unending cadence within which everything that is exists.
Sometimes when things get very serious we need to give ourselves the grace not to take ourselves too seriously.
As I’ve logged several dozen hours on my local bike path recently, I’ve noticed that there are some very specific types of people and perspectives on display.
I wonder if we might be missing an opportunity in our current situation for the kind of meaningful transformation that both people and our society so desperately need.
In trying to rationalize resurrection, maybe we're trying too hard to look past reality instead of looking deeply into it.