The featured image in this post is a photo I took with my phone from the window of the train on my way back from Connecticut a couple of months ago. I’m not quite sure why, but to date, it’s still one of my favorite NYC views (although, in the interest of full disclosure, I…
I had the incredible privilege recently of hearing Rob Bell and Peter Rollins speak during their Brooklyn stop on their Holy Shift tour. Both of these men have been instrumental in shaping my faith and praxis, so the chance to see them both in person was really exciting. The evening did not disappoint; it was a…
Sometimes I miss what Sarah Bessey calls the “happy clappy” days of my faith. I was sixteen when I decided that being a follower of Jesus was going to be something that defined me for the rest of my life, and in some ways the decision is still that simple: “Yes.” But there was an innocence…
Church has been the center of my spiritual and social life for as long as I can remember. Some of my earliest and happiest memories include sitting on the front porch, singing “Tell Me The Story Of Jesus,” and planting marigolds in the Sunday school garden. My childhood was filled with hymn sings, potlucks, choir…
Today was a good day. I slept in a bit, treated myself to an hour and half at a local spa, came home and cooked myself an extravagant lunch, watched a few episodes of Gilmore Girls, spent some more time cooking, and listened to great music. It was good. Quiet. Nice. Uneventful. And exactly what…
