The Garments We Run Down the Aisle In
I am still descending. Most days I think I’m just now learning where the steps are.
I am still descending. Most days I think I’m just now learning where the steps are.
A wolf without a pack is a wolf with a grim future.
What it does do is afford a wonderful opportunity to reflect on an old debate about the place of religion in American political life—one that goes back to John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, and James Madison.
I wanted to build my capacity to practice pluralism—to go beyond just thinking I “loved my neighbor like myself.”
Our greatest challenge may not be disagreement itself, but our diminishing capacity to remain in relationship across it.
How many times do we exile ourselves from the real world around us when we decide to engage in the fabricated worlds created by our phones?
How do we move past the comfort of a false god and to strive for connection with true Divine presence?
It’s the kind of grace you notice more as you get older, and wish you practiced more often yourself.
My father’s silence told me there was something else, buried deep inside him, that I could not reach.