I felt betrayed when I found out this phrase had its origins in Gandhi. An earlier version of it can be attributed to St. Augustine, but it’s Gandhi’s rendering written in his autobiography that found its place in the mouths of well-meaning nice people everywhere. I felt betrayed because I love Gandhi and well, I … Continue reading »
The past two weeks have been characterized by splinters and dry hands—the hazards of moving furniture and scrubbing a grungy house that over eleven young adults cycled through in a matter of only two years. We’ve moved from Azusa to Pasadena, from our college town to a larger city that has better bars and coffee … Continue reading »
At church I had the privilege of contributing to the liturgy during Advent. This fourth Sunday of Advent was centered on the theme of love beyond fear. Writing on this theme caused me to reflect on safety and our reactions to violence in my first post. God, we come before you as people who love, and as people … Continue reading »
A week ago today I was in my car after babysitting when I heard about the New Town massacre. I was confused and disoriented as the details were being filled in. By the time I had a clearer picture of what had transpired, I was in the Trader Joe’s parking lot sobbing, unable to go … Continue reading »
