A Book is Just A Beginning
I feel so strongly that life with the Divine is about starting something…the Divine is beginning something today in each of us. There are, of course, our “works in progress” – our life story as it is up to this point – and yet within each large overarching story there are little beginnings as well.
Lost in manhattan
The word “lost” in Christian circles is often used as a descriptor of a group or a type of person, particularly an irreligious person. But if we’re honest, both religious and irreligious people get good and lost all the time.
I do appreciate the sentiment of the words “lost people matter to God” but the sentiment makes little sense when we realize we all get lost sometimes.
Winston and the Restless Quiet of 2:30am
Restlessness is that uninvited moment where we suddenly realize, like the bartender’s trope, “I can’t go home but I can’t stay here.” The restless moment in front of us is the space in between. It is the nowhere between where we were and where we’re headed.
What It Means to Show Up, Die, and Live Again
In a pandemic, we perceive the days differently. We take our steps more slowly, each task different from the “norm” as we work from home. As we do e-Learning with our kids. As we think about what will change in a world that is attempting to make sense of everything that has happened since mid-March.
And even in the strangeness of augmented routines, we sense an invitation to arrive. Each day. We show up.
Some Words In The Silence
When it comes to COVID-19 we want words that tell us that everything will be normal again. Our deep desire is to wake up to hear words – miracle words – that the “curve” now looks more like Kansas than Appalachia.
In the silence, we surrender the words because we are there to surrender the outcomes.
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