About This Reluctant Mystic

Sometimes I doubt God.

Or that there even is a God.

Am I allowed to wrestle with these things?

In a world of evolving spirituality I find myself pursuing what community and church and God mean in our world through arts, meditation, contemplation, and a whole lot of skepticism and doubt.

By walking with the Desert Fathers and Mothers, the Celtic monks, and the great mystics of many ages, I seek to blend together the intangible with the tangible. Life needs to be as meaningful in our visions and miracles as it is when we’re washing dishes. Our immaterial journeys must intersect with the rigorous actions of social justice, humour, and great love. Otherwise…what’s the point?

Currently I’m living in a grand experiment of student life will living in a 1-room cabin (Bombadil House), heated only by wood, & no running water. Who knows who I’ll meet out in the middle of the woods? Toss in a bit of theology, mysticism, critical wonder, doubt, & a fire that actually lights the first time in the wood stove, and I have a journey of infinite possibilities.