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…
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…