When your heart cries for our breaking world: a Pentecost prayer
Yesterday was Pentecost, that day we remember and rejoice in the coming of the Holy Spirit upon the first disciples. As I biked my route in the early morning drizzle,…
The grace of tight places
I woke this morning from a dream in which I was setting out to bike over a bridge. Before I could get onto the bridge, though, I had to squeeze…
How to grow in rocky places
I don’t know about you, but these months of the pandemic have been humbling for me. There’s something about all the unsettledness of it—the rising deaths, the physical distancing, the…