Last week, I had the opportunity to be with a group of friends from all over the country. With each of us in a different
Parking along the street felt ordinary enough. Our group of seven got out of the car to see ourselves flanked between an everyday row of
“The monastic night watch is good practice in the art of waiting, as we patiently look for the coming of dawn. Monks and nuns wait
There is the place in my life, paradoxically, where mystery is conceived and the best of myself is birthed. It never seems to be a place of great joy, but it is a place of great truth.
“…I am cognizant of the interrelatedness of all communities and states. I cannot sit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens
To go seeking for something which cannot be sought. To go on looking for something which cannot be found. To attempt to do something which cannot be done.