Seeds in the Cracks
On practicing hope as a form of resistance There is a particular stretch of pavement near the old chapel I…
Reflections for a Slow and Sacred Life: Finding Stillness, Meaning, and Presence in a Hurried World.
On practicing hope as a form of resistance There is a particular stretch of pavement near the old chapel I…
It is a curious thing, is it not, how silence unnerves us? We fill it with weather updates, trivia, and…
On finding truth in an age of misinformation There was a time, not long ago, when disagreement was considered a…
On reimagining our place in Creation A few weeks ago, I found myself wandering through the surreal corridors of Las…
On hope for those on the margins It was the sound of dripping that woke me, a slow, methodical tapping…
A reflection on navigating AI with a human heart Sometime last month, in the dim stillness of early morning, that…
A reflection on hope in the age of acceleration There is a curious dissonance in the air these days. The sort…
This morning, I write to you from a familiar perch, my breakfast nook, where light filters gently through the window…
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never harm me.” It’s one of those adages we all…
Years ago, during my first semester reading theology, I found myself seated in a seminar with two dozen other students…