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I ate my bowl of lentils, growing more and more concerned, until I glimpsed out of the corner of my eye one of the monks
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I ate my bowl of lentils, growing more and more concerned, until I glimpsed out of the corner of my eye one of the monks

I’m still not quite sure what Hildegard believed nutmeg did, scientifically. But I can certainly recommend making nutmeg cookies during a church staff meeting and

That summer, perhaps more than any other time in my life, I was reminded of God’s presence in a way I still can’t entirely explain.

A few weeks ago, I made the drive from Charlottesville to Richmond to spend a couple days at a retreat center in downtown Richmond. This

Some of those words are words we already know: I’m sorry. I love you. You are welcome here. Here’s some dinner. I’m here for you.

Beyond questions of historical accuracy, the narrative seems to offer up an elusive promise of linear progress. The ride cars climb up higher and higher,

I kept finding myself drawn back in time to these Christian saints living before our modern categories of chronic illness and disability.

I can’t help but ask, is thinking about wonder a luxury in a world that is burning?