Writing

On becoming, changing our minds, and the grace of discovering that we are not finished yet. One of the strange things about being human is how quickly we can decide who we are. We tell ourselves stories about our strengths and limitations, our preferences and our fears. We decide what we are good at, what we are not good at, what belongs to people like us, and what does not. Over time, these stories can become so familiar that we stop noticing that they are stories at all. Th

New essay in Lily & Sparrow Journal There are days when theology stops being something we think about and becomes something we can feel. A few weeks into my first call as a priest, I found myself carrying a weight I hadn’t quite anticipated. It showed up in my body before I had words for it: pressure in my chest, tension across my shoulders, a persistent sense that I was somehow not enough for all that had been entrusted to me. Then someone helped me notice where I was carryi

Twenty-five years after 9/11, remembering the call to love across the lines of fear and division Today, twenty-five years after September 11, 2001, I find myself returning to the day after. I remember September 12 as the day that changed the trajectory of my life and, in many ways, my faith. The smoke was still rising over New York. The grief was still raw. And already, alongside the horror of what human beings could do to one another, I was beginning to see something else: w