I live with my family in an impoverished sector of the sprawling Denver metro area. In 1995, I spent a summer here, my first summer immersed in inner-city life, inner-city ministry. I lived with 17 other college students on old mattresses in the dusty back rooms of an urban church, housed in what had been... Continue Reading →
I don’t know.
Sometimes "I don't know" is me at my most intelligent. What's the capitol of Uzbekistan? I don't know. Where are my car keys? I don't know. What direction should I go? Where is God? Why? I hate not knowing. I would like to be Lucy with her nickel-a-proverb psychiatric business, always with the answers. But... Continue Reading →
The Habit of Seeing
Annie Dillard has mastered it. To see -- to see closely and to see expansively -- to see the habits of crickets and the wide-wheeling stars, behind them both wisdom, and grace, and fearful purpose. And there are those who see people -- see the quirks and the guiding passions, behind them the yearning for... Continue Reading →
