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April 2, 2021
That he still bore scars is what I’ve always thought so beautiful. It’s what’s intrigued me more than almost anything else all these years about the story so many celebrate at Easter all over the world, believers, half-believers, unbelievers too. The story of resurrection, the idea of it, the hope of it.
April 1, 2021
Brutal are the reminders of our creatureliness, our frail nakedness.
April 1, 2021
A democracy fighting for its life, a body politic trying to survive: that’s what we’re seeing in Myanmar.
December 20, 2019
Can we imagine enemies as friends, or an addict who’s finally free? What about your husband, your wife, your own hard heart? Can you imagine these surprisingly new? What about us? Can we imagine ourselves beautifully better, different? Can we conceive it? Is it even sensible to try, to ask these questions of hope?
January 17, 2020
What if, saving our bodies, we destroy our souls?
February 21, 2020
Think with me, please, on the organ and the organist. There’s something to learn.
February 28, 2020
Maybe there just aren’t saints anymore. Maybe there never were.
March 16, 2020
It was inevitable, a question of when and not if.