A Quiet Rebellion Against Noise
There are weeks when the news feels less like information and more like a low‑grade fever—always humming in the background, throwing everything a little off‑center. Conversations with friends, parishioners, strangers in the grocery aisle all circle the same ache: confusion about who we are becoming as a people, and why it feels so counter to…
The Music of Palms
It had been a long stretch of days—the kind that slip quietly into your body before you realize what’s happening. Muscles cinch tight, breath rides high in the chest, vision narrows—not by choice but by necessity. At first, I didn’t name it as stress; it simply felt like the natural rhythm of a month in…
For What Is Promised
New Year’s Eve found us in bluster. Gusts of frigid air drove the falling snow sideways, snatching crystals from the hill’s crown for a second flight. Branches groaned under the weight and strain, and out on the wide waters, geese huddled close around the last open pool. It was a winter wilderness speaking its warning:…
In My Words 