More Language Matters

Language in the conversation at the intersection of faith and sexuality can be particularly challenging. The challenge comes for a few reasons. First of all, the language seems to change rapidly and it can be hard to keep up. Secondly, language means different things to different people – so what works in one context can…

Finding My Poet Soul

Driving down south for spring break I wrote the following: I saw a forest decimatedher trampled leaves were weeping. “Apocalypse” her branches cried. Who smugly says she deserves it? Orange buds then redmistake spring for fall…… drip like blood. tenacious, fighting, breathing, budding, living Encased in the crypt of consumerismdefiant dancers declaring….. the restoration of…

Engaging the Arts

I’ve just returned from New York City – not exactly the place one might imagine as a place of deep quiet renewal. But in the first evening of the 2 and half day arts encounter I was participating in, I felt my soul sigh in the best sense of the word. I felt like a…

Pippin

So I’ve been resisting writing this post since the end of my sabbatical two and a half years ago. But given the last seven lengthy, rather dense posts, I thought this was the perfect opportunity to share it. Growing up we weren’t allowed to have pets. For a brief period we had a kitten named…