If we can look upon the suffering of our fellow human and remain neutral because WE are comfortable, we have lost our humanity.
Love grows where there’s room for it.
The one whose vocation is love lives in a narrative that is controlled by reality.
Looking up, I knew this was a moment to behold. Across the living room from me sat Jim Forest, laughing among friends while in
(This will be among the many essays featured in the forthcoming book Notes on Silence that I’m co-authoring with Patrick Shen which can be purchased
“My dishonesty with myself and others hinders the honesty of all humanity, hinders the progress of all people.” Journal entry on 2/12/12 In 2012 I