Wrestling with Shifting Faith in a Restless World
Her skin is cool and feels like dry paper. Her muscle tone is gone, and her hair has been cut short. The woman I knew who could power walk for miles is now lying in a palliative care bed waiting to die. We spoke quiet words with one another today. She had been a remarkable…
Saturday morning I woke up, padded around in my pajamas, made a light breakfast, and checked my newsfeed. It was as normal a Saturday morning as ever one was. I scrolled down through the various posts and articles, until I saw I picture of a tiny baby’s legs. It caught my attention because these were…
“To be lonely is to feel unwanted and unloved, and therefore unlovable. Loneliness is a taste of death. No wonder some people who are desperately lonely lose themselves in mental illness or violence to forget the inner pain.” -Jean Vanier, Becoming Human Dear Jean, I hope you don’t mind me calling you Jean. Perhaps you prefer…
It’s always humbling to be able to preach at Lord of Glory. I was hesitant to share the message that I did, knowing it could touch some raw nerves (mine included). But as we moved through it all, it was clear we all needed a balm… to be reminded: “It is well with our souls”.…
“Empathy fuels connection. Sympathy drives disconnection.” (Brene Brown) Many of us have seen this short from Brene Brown. Many of us practically screamed at our monitors “YES! This has happened to me!” Long, slow exhale… we are not alone. And yet often we still persist in sympathetic responses rather than empathic responses. Choosing empathy is…
Ever have one of Sherlock’s days? I have. I am. Bored. Boredom can leave us frantic and passive all at the same time. There could be a million things to get done, but we sit, stand or pace. Instead of helping our boredom, our passivity actual increases the problem. So we end up shooting the…
You know the little Sesame Street diddy: “One of these things is not like the other One of these things just doesn’t belong Can you tell me which things is not like the other By the time I’m finished my song?” Life is both blurry and vivid. Sometimes it’s too vivid: colours scream at you,…
