Every few miles on a trail, you’ll find one: a small stack of stones someone left behind, not because the path needed marking, but because they wanted the next person to know they’d been there too. Every so often, in between the walks we take together here, I’ll set down a little stack of thoughts….
Category: Faith and Doubt
Here’s the Church, Here’s the Steeple
I identify as a church kid from the 80’s and 90’s. Specifically, a Mennonite Church, where Four Square, Spoons, Capture the Flag, rubber cement, double-Dutch, and sitting in the back pew reigned supreme. My brothers and I would awaken on Sunday mornings to dad calling out “Rise and shine!” and to the buttery, citrusy smell…
Faith Outside the Walls
Sharing your story, your messy, wild, unpredictable narrative, is a paradoxical burden. Your desire to share with anyone who will listen envelops you to near suffocation. You think what you have to share is significant, meaningful, maybe even useful. But so are pillows and doormats. You believe the unsettling voice inside that reminds you that…
