Change is afoot. Cooler mornings, longer nights, louder cicadas, and geese in the sky. I’ve loved late August since childhood when ripe...

The God of my youth was immoveable, a solid rock, changeless. That the Earth and the whole universe are in a process of constant change...

It was during my sophomore year at the Christian college I was attending that I got my first sense that something was wrong with this...

Our staff meeting was filled with grumbles before the meeting even officially started. Several people caught wind that Father Scott might...

It was at a Black Lives Matter protest that I saw an image that struck me—one I knew I would not easily forget. I saw 2 women who wore...

The birthing tub was full. Our midwife was in our living room readying her supplies and orienting her assistant. My daughter’s beloved...

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I grew up in a “city” in Iowa. We lived in the suburbs with spacious yards, lots of kids (think Baby Boomer Generation), and a Mom in...

I am sitting in a chair my neighbor gave us admiring my lawn. It is lush, green, and professionally well kept. Seriously, we are...

Living the Celtic Christian Way in the suburban/urban environment fills my thoughts on most days. It is like a companion on the journey...