Is V. velella a colony or an individual? When does sharedness dissolve into oneness?
Sometimes prayer takes us where we don't intend to go.
We seem to always want something—anything—to happen. This has implications for the life of prayer.
I was taught that my labors as a minister don’t count for my own spiritual life. Realizing that this is untrue has brought me great relief and joy.
Recently I spent a week at a monastery. I didn’t interact a lot with the monks—it’s a cloistered community, and its members don’t often come to the guesthouse area where I stayed. I saw them at church seven times a day; otherwise I was mostly alone, either walking the grounds or in my room reading or praying. Reading, mostly.