A few weeks ago, I was shaken to my core when I learned that a writer I dearly loved–– someone who'd impacted me and millions of others through her work––passed away suddenly at 37 years old. Though she left us too soon, her good works will continue to ripple out and change lives for years to come. And that's what we're talking about on this week's broadcast. News of her passing was a violent wake up call: We don't have time to waste!Read More
*Sung in the voice of Kermit & the Muppets*: There's only one more sleep 'til Christmas!
I love Christmas Eve. Growing up in New Jersey, we'd occasionally get a white Christmas. Before bed on Christmas Eve, I'd sneak outside in my onesie pajamas, look up at the stars, and listen for sleigh bells in the snow. There's a special, deep kind of quiet unlike any other night of the year. The quiet anticipation of miracles.
Even if you don't celebrate Christmas, this season is hectic and often loud. The winter solstice is intended for quiet reflection, and we often spend it in a blur of business. With all that needs to get done, it's tough to get quiet and open to miracles.
This year, I'm setting an intention to listen.Read More
"Will people read my writing?"
"Will anyone care?"
If you’re like me, these questions run through your head every time you sit down at the writing desk. It’s taken me a long time to get to the short answer. . . .Read More
Recently, I had to reframe my ideas around humility. To me, humility was connected to the “fallen” trope we’re told as Christians in both Catholic and Evangelical circles. We are broken. We come into the world broken, marked by original sin. We have fallen. We are inherently disposed toward evil. We need fixing. Jesus needs to fix us. I no longer believe this idea defines the true meaning of humility.Read More