Love grows where there’s room for it.
The one whose vocation is love lives in a narrative that is controlled by reality.
“…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
That’s the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. “Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?” (Mary
In Parker J. Palmer’s On The Brink of Everything, he writes, “I no longer ask what do I want to let go of and what do I
In a world of destruction, ignorance, and falsities—there is not only a place for love, but love is the only answer…