Writing

Easter is not a day. It is a season. For fifty days, the Church lingers in the mystery of the resurrection, walking with the disciples in that strange and holy in-between—after the empty tomb, but before everything fully makes sense. It is a season not just of celebration, but of discovery. Because the question is not only that Christ is risen, but what it actually looks like to live in light of that reality. What does resurrection faith look like? What does it mean to know

There are moments in the life of the Church that feel less like events and more like thresholds, spaces where time slows, where heaven seems to press a little closer to earth, and where we are invited not just to remember the story of Christ, but to walk within it. Holy Week at St. Columba’s Inverness, CA is one of those moments. This year, I had the profound privilege of serving as Deacon for the full arc of the Triduum, from Palm Sunday through the first Alleluias of Easter

It has been a little while since I last wrote here. Life has been full in the way that stretches time—travel, ministry, important conversations about upcoming transitions. But as we begin to turn the corner into spring, I find myself returning here, at the threshold of something. We are nearing the end of Lent. Just one week remains before we step into Holy Week, where we will walk with Christ through his passion, his death, and—eventually—his resurrection. But we are not the