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…
Free to be human without fear
Christmas may be over and the new year begun, but I’m still lingering in advent. There's a gift here too precious to rush past. A gift that I'll need every day…