Lying in bed and listening, I heard devotion. And creativity. And mystery.
All plans feel like grass withering in the sun these days.
There’s something sacred in choosing to love the world at the speed of walking.
We are invited to bring the rich resources of our senses and imaginations into the realm of faith.
Sometimes truth is better than comfort.
Survival under capitalism makes demands on our flesh—and some of us have to pay more than others.
I murmured my prayers, counted my breaths, and got through it.
Amid our dying empires and institutions, we might recall the story of King Ahab.
The word contagion comes from the Latin words for “with” and “touch.”
Imagine God asking that question. You’ll get an insight into God’s heart.
When she gave me words, she gave me God.
In Teresa of Avila, I’ve found a guide on this new path.
“There’s a group of people outside,” I said through the intercom, “and they’ve raised money for your bail.”
Salvation is not a place but a way of life.
He was moving away, the stranger said, and he wanted to leave a box in my care.