A seasonal practice: cultivate the patient gaze to describe life as we find it.
Since my son’s accident, everything I understand about hope has changed.
On World Communion Day, I sat in the balcony. The view was stunning.
What use are boundaries when you’re sitting with a friend who is about to die?
The poetry of Genesis 1 invites us into a sort of palliative care for the earth.
Virginia Woolf’s ideal university had no chapel. Mine has more than one.
Nadhe is a longing and a hope, a heaven and a solid place on earth.
How we stopped seeing a destitute “them” and started seeing wicket keepers and off spinners.
We drank wine, danced with abandon, and caught a glimpse of grace.
Creating space for a different kind of engagement
Years before Kandinsky, a Swedish woman created magnificent abstract paintings.
I feared it would last a week. Then came the moment of truth.
I used to have Jeremiah 29:11 in a frame on my wall. I don’t anymore.
Congregations aren’t paradise. They’re communities in which we constantly hurt each other’s feelings.
They’re my students and colleagues. I want to talk with them, not about them.