For me it is the water. Always the water. The closer to its source I go, the closer I find myself to my own.
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.
The more I try to love people I don’t like, the more I find out that it’s not just hard. It’s actually costly. It requires something of me, something sacrificial.
It was as if their leaders, the ones who claimed God’s truth, who called them to follow God’s law, who confidently declared who was “in” and who was “out,” didn’t really know God at all.
The sin, says Jesus, is more than our behavior. It is a heart that refuses to honor the humanity of others.