Ripples beneath a bridge are never wasted. We love to say it: small actions change the world. It’s almost a mantra, a way of reminding…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
Ripples beneath a bridge are never wasted. We love to say it: small actions change the world. It’s almost a mantra, a way of reminding…
The Interruptions Are the Ministry Someone came in carrying the weight of habits and stories that didn’t fit the script. The language was raw, the…
On empathy, sympathy, and discernment — and why shared words don’t always mean shared vision. Note: This will be the last time I address this…
“When scaffolding falls away, what remains is the house being built within.” I’m two weeks into a four-year degree, and already I can see the…
Prolog Week: What I’m Carrying Home I’m still here in Dubuque, where seminary began not in a classroom but in a swirl of chapel bells,…
This week, I’ll step onto a campus for the first time in over twenty years. It should feel like a return, like a marker of…
Ministry, for me, isn’t compliance with tradition. It’s defiance with grace. Not pity. Not anger. But rebellion that makes room for connection, growth, and the…
Most people picture enlightenment like it belongs on a postcard. Serene monk. Still water. Maybe a candle flickering on a cushion in some quiet corner.…
I know most parents don’t get much choice. We send our kids to school because we have to — to work, to survive, to give…
You don’t really know how solid your systems are until you’re out of your usual space. At home, there’s structure. There’s rhythm. There’s that certain…