Life is shifting in so many ways. Some I understand. Some I don’t. Some are predictable. Some aren’t. Some make sense, and some make absolutely…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
Life is shifting in so many ways. Some I understand. Some I don’t. Some are predictable. Some aren’t. Some make sense, and some make absolutely…
Discernment in the Middle It’s different at the Castle this time. I’m sitting at Wartburg, halfway through, and somehow it feels like I’ve been here…
There are Sundays when I don’t find myself in a sanctuary. Not because I don’t miss it.Not because I don’t long for the table. I…
We gathered today in a chapel of welcome to hear a word of hope. We sang the songs and the words echoed with strength, comfort,…
I’m angry and sad and hopeful all at once—and none of those cancel the others out.They stack. They grind. They pray in my throat. People…
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…