From the personal moments that reopen old wounds to collective experience of the pain of strangers, we all confront the paradoxes of tragedy. And while I can’t promise you it will get better, I can promise to navigate these paradoxes together.Read More
This, now, is the rage and the darkness— this, here in the river. And we are all of us going deeper. One by one, we will offer ourselves, we will stand in the river, we will brave the current…
Because we belong to love.
As America struggled for the first time toward the stars, a newly elected president spoke to the world in gracious words and generous aspirations. Could we be that America again?Read More
Is it madness to march in the streets one year later, when it feels like so little has changed? The human soul cannot live in a constant state of grim battle.
But we march to know we’re not alone.Read More
The moment I knew I couldn’t be both a psychologist and a Christian, I was handing a heroin-dealing child molester a box of tissues.
Hamartia was the word I was missing.Read More