Cowlicks and Banners of Love
What does it look like to call something beloved when everything feels broken?
What does it look like to call something beloved when everything feels broken?
As we parent teens, we might not have helpful answers, or any answers at all, but we need to show up for their passionate questions.
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?