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.
Many of you know I’ve enjoyed the work of Thomas Merton for some years now. To a degree, I echo the words of John
I just completed my first preaching course during my second year of seminary at CTS where I was surrounded by poets and prophets every single
If we can look upon the suffering of our fellow human and remain neutral because WE are comfortable, we have lost our humanity.