Some days, calling doesn’t feel like purpose.It feels like pressure. Not the kind that breaks you — the kind that builds capacity you didn’t ask…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
Some days, calling doesn’t feel like purpose.It feels like pressure. Not the kind that breaks you — the kind that builds capacity you didn’t ask…
This Reformation Sunday, I watched my son walk to the front of the sanctuary with ease.He didn’t second-guess his invitation.He didn’t measure himself against 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,…
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.…
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…
By Rogue Grace – Makeshift Masterpiece My boy needed staples in his noggin.Not a life-or-death moment. But still—he’s mine. He was hurt.And everything in me…
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…
– A Journal for Realistic Hope I didn’t set out to create a journal.I set out to create a space I needed but couldn’t find.…
Rogue Grace– Makeshift Masterpiece Note to Readers:This piece holds space for a story rooted in survival, not as a performance or a wound on display,…