In some ways this will be a back-to-the-future kind of move, writing about those places where I find the extraordinary hidden in the ordinary, and moments of sacredness growing out of common experiences.
Maybe, rather than waiting to hear what God is calling us to, we should do what excites us most and allow God to bless it.
The sky empties itself of color from gray to gray inviting neither joy nor gloom.
I think part of the problem is that I sort of lost focus. I had begun to drift into what can be a dangerous area for writers. I had started to think I needed to write about things people wanted to read.
What if our mandate for creation care is more than simple stewardship?