Edges and centers: what it means to be human
In the daily details of my humanness, it's easy to feel like the biggest implication of my creatureliness is limitation. But that’s only skirting the edges of reality. At its…
Looking down to look up: the gift of Lent
Sometimes you can only look down. But even that can help you see up. She smiles straight into my eyes as she touches the cross-shaped ash onto my forehead, one…
Offering our bodies: the hands-on God
I watch the hands that bathe the baby. Strong. Skilled. Gentle. The newborn relaxes into being held, lets herself be stilled. For the first few moments she…