“My mind is like a bad neighborhood. I try not to go there alone.” – Anne Lamott
This analogy packs a punch because it portrays the habits of thought and feeling that comprise our imaginations as spatial, social, and economic in nature. Read More ›
Let us pause in life’s pleasures and count its many tears,
While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh, hard times come again no more. Read More ›
Every Moment Holy is almost finished! It’s scheduled for binding next week and we’ll have copies on hand for members to pick up at Hutchmoot. We’re happy to announce that pre-orders are now open. Click here to secure your copy of this limited edition, leather-bound, gold-gilded, hardcover book. Pre-orders will begin shipping on November 3rd!
Here’s another look at a liturgy from the book. Read More ›
A couple of weeks ago I had the pleasure and honor of talking with Douglas McKelvey about Every Moment Holy, his forthcoming book of liturgies crafted to consecrate and narrate us through the ordinary rhythms of our lives.
This is the wrong day to feel this way.
It’s 9/11, and even without the memory of such a horrific strategy, Mother Nature is declaring war in a number of places. Read More ›
I’m six years old and I’m walking into a theater. The cavernous space is so crowded that nearly every seat is taken and we have to sit right in the front row. There are people on the floor in front of us and Read More ›
In Part 1 of this piece I talked a bit about my new project on the re-enchanting of ordinary life. I also reflected on whether faithful presence might leave a trace that can be felt many years later. Read More ›
I recently had the privilege of editing a manuscript for my friend, the artist and writer Kari Gale. Kari writes a lot about pilgrimage and her forthcoming book describes the ten weeks she spent on Iona, Read More ›
I wonder if this story is familiar to you.
Their bodies are virile and ageless, and they are glad and bold in their nakedness. They go out to meet the morning, and a cool mist rises from the fertile soil. The clear cries of birds linger over the Read More ›
I spent a lot of time on the road in 2016. Too much time probably, considering that I was out there talking about the virtues of slowing down and staying put. Read More ›
Who was Martin Luther? What did he do when he nailed his 95 Theses to the Castle Church door in Wittenberg on Oct 31st, 1517? What did he intend when he sought to ground the Christian life in a theology of the cross, rather than a theology of glory? Read More ›