When My Life Is Good, But So Many Others’ Lives…Aren’t.

I dreamed last night that I met Pope Francis. Well, not so much met as happened to be standing right there when he blew by, laughing and carrying, of all things, a part of a broken toilet that needed to be thrown away. I was supposed to be meeting up with a friend from grad…

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Carrying The Future

I know I’m not saying anything revolutionary here, but the world is really screwed up.   I’m also aware that this is nothing unique to this particular era, this particular election cycle. The world has always been a screwed up place. Maybe this is maturity—spiritual or otherwise—finally allowing me to reserve a piece of my…

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Syrian refugees: A Christian’s Responsibility

Friday afternoon, Nicholas sulked and glowered and procrastinated and found a dozen ways to avoid having to–gasp–clean the bathroom sinks. At last I snapped at him to think about the children who were crossing the sea in an inner tube in November and sleeping in the woods because it was too dangerous for them to…

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