I feel the soil of our planet growing thinner. It’s becoming more difficult to find space where we can send our roots down deep, for strength and water and life. Do you know what this feels like?
It seemed like a good time to carve these words onto my chest. I have a feeling I’ll need them close by in the days ahead.
If you’re tired of all the noise on social media, these super-practical tools will help you create space for silence. You’ll be glad you did.
The start of a new year is a great time to do a quick check of your blog to make sure it’s up to speed, especially if you made “write more on your blog” one of your resolutions.
Words are wild, violent slippery things; you never know when they might go flying out of control. But if anything, this essay is about losing control, about leaning into the chaos of hope.
Literally just thirteen screenshots of stuff I texted to people this year, presented in no particular order for your amusement and delight.
Then God spoke into the darkness and said “Let there be light.” And not a damn thing happened.
There is space in the big wide world for every piece of you. You deserve the space you take up in this world. Please stay.
This is my tired advent prayer. Fuck this shit indeed. Amen. Which, being translated, means: How long oh Lord?
I still long for SOMETHING to be the Kingdom of God here on earth, but I’m tired of hoping that any sort of thing labeled “Church” will actually be that thing.