Prayerlessness
The irony of my life-long interest in prayer is my constant wrestling with prayerlessness. At times it has been simply the result of not making time or taking t...
The irony of my life-long interest in prayer is my constant wrestling with prayerlessness. At times it has been simply the result of not making time or taking t...
I recently read a book called Theological Reflections: Methods, a wonderful exploration of various ways people in the Christian tradition think and feel their w...
The image of perfection and the perfect life captivates: a vision of beauty, a compelling illusion, promising wonders in return for abandoning and disowning th...
In your immediate circumstances, imagine the next hour devoid of meaning. What would you do? How would you feel at the end? In your immediate circumstances, no...
As I walked yesterday, thoughts about my prospectus swirled in my mind, as they have for months. Fifteen pages seems so small compared to papers and projects I...
If spring is hello, autumn is thank you. After a particularly long four weeks, walking sometimes gently and sometimes stubbornly with personal and academic fe...
“How you spend your days is how you spend your life.” Last December, I began this blog as an exploration of contemplative living, but over time, wr...
As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them, so would I learn to attain freefall, and float into ...
Lord, dear lover of my heart, I see you in the dance of Light The play of leaves The healing lines of heart sacrifice Be to me my all Be to me my hope In this c...