Reflections

April 7, 2016

There is a particular kind of stillness that only arrives after the storm has passed. We often fear the upheaval, the sudden...

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April 7, 2016

The smell of burnt kerosene always pulls me back to the edge of a summer field, where the air vibrates with a...

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April 7, 2016

There is a quiet, rhythmic theology in the act of bending toward the earth. We often speak of progress as a vertical...

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