Stretches of emptiness are not unusual in life, nor in the life of faith.
Just as I’ve come to appreciate how seasons transform the land, I’ve also become aware of my internal landscape. The two seem bound together in many ways.
I want to arrive at the kind of equilibrium admired by the disciples who broke down the barrier to St. Anthony's fortress. To do this, I have to befriend the demons dwelling in the cave of my heart.
Richard Rohr has written his most sage, most important book yet. Its message is straightforward and bracing: the spiritual life is not static.