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Something, some unidentifiable something, is pushing its way through my veins, pulsing throughout my entire body. I am at a loss to describe it or define it, let alone name it…
I want to tell you about a flea infestation. And then I want to tell you about the hopelessness of relational recovery. But first I want to tell you a story about Howard Thurman…
“What we’re reading or listening to or, rather, what we’re getting into lately is in some sense the most profound question we can ask each other.” (David Dark)…
Flannery O’Connor writes, “somewhere is better than anywhere.” And maybe she’s inviting us to remain faithful to the sacrament of the present moment. Somewhere is anywhere in the present.