There is a flow to life. A rhythm. An overarching and unending cadence within which everything that is exists.
Memories of a Rainy Day in Camp (Redux)
Sometimes when things get very serious we need to give ourselves the grace not to take ourselves too seriously.
The people you meet on the bike path
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.
Stuck in the shallow end
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.
Easter for Spiritual Exiles
In trying to rationalize resurrection, maybe we're trying too hard to look past reality instead of looking deeply into it.