Everyday

It’s hard to know how to come as we are, beneath all the striving.

Friendship is less about the status quo and more about the unmerited grace of happenstance.

As much as I’ve professed to be a theologian of the cross, I still fall into the pit of the theology of glory.

Our sleeves are heavy with the hearts that carry all of our anxieties and excitement into the new year.

Rest disrupts the lie that we are not doing enough.

For Whom the Bells Ring Out on Christmas Day

Butter Is My Love Language, Cookies Are My Spiritual Gift

Happy Thanksgiving from Mockingbird!

Remembering the Life of Michael Gerson

I know Jesus as the carpenter who builds such tables in the wilderness.

I told my friends it was time to bare my soul and wade into the dating pool.

Life in the So-Called Defining Decade