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
Category: friendship
New Year, Same Past
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.
The Tireless Pursuit of Peace
Looking up, I knew this was a moment to behold. Across the living room from me sat Jim Forest, laughing among friends while in
Dear Nashville Statement
I serve a God whose artistry in creation is as vast as it can be within us. And this table is not for removing people or telling them to go away. The table was always meant to be shared.
A Poetic Hope
“I don’t care to wake up in the morning without hope. Hope is a survival mechanism.” Norman Lear, Producer I’ve been sleeping more than I
The Voice of the Heart
Listening to the voice of my heart has never come easy for me. I’m usually quick to assume a present feeling is final, an agony is forever, or that all of my questions should have answers and answers NOW.
