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…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
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…
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…
There’s something about being out of your element that cracks things open. When you’re not in your routine — when the coffee tastes different, the…
When grace shows up in green beans instead of pulpits People say things like“a cup of coffee can save a life.” And I used to…
There’s something holy about showing up.Not perfectly. Not all at once. But honestly. That’s what this new space is for. No Map, Just Grace is…
Hyper-awareness isn’t a flex. It’s a filter. I don’t remember learning how to read the room. I just… did.Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was…
Posted in: Makeshift Masterpiece A Note to the Reader:Recently, I shared a piece about surviving — a story of fumbling sacred things and still showing…