To My Son, On Election Day

By | November 8th, 2016|A Contemplative Life|

The sun waits to rise on James Street hiding behind buildings, peeking up from under the edge of the world. The shadows in the alley still have something of the night about them, heavy and deep, but light has begun to spread, running like spring water, leaking up from underground [...]

What We Leave Behind

By | October 20th, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Faith and Doubt, Identity|

It’s strange, driving down a back road through farm country in October when the corn has been harvested and the trees are changing color. And it’s 85 degrees. My mind and body are connected to this land, and after 39 autumns, most of them spent in this part of the [...]

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A Normal Night Here, a Normal Night There

By | October 13th, 2016|A Contemplative Life|

Sometimes you have to roll down your window, pull up your hood, and take in the eye-watering freshness of fall. It’s been quite some time since I’ve written here. The days are shorter now, and the mornings are cold. There’s a still-new baby in the house, random diapers [...]

When I Slept Under the Bed (Or, The Importance of “Hiddenness”)

By | August 25th, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Identity, On Writing|

Photo by Kate Williams via Unsplash From the time I was six years old until I was around ten, my family lived in a great, sprawling farmhouse with a covered front porch and two huge oak trees in the front yard. There was a garden and barns made [...]

Like Breath Over Still Water: The Arrival of a Baby

By | August 8th, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Courageous People of Lancaster, Faith and Doubt, Identity, The Little People in the House|

I drive the truck faster, weaving past cars on the city streets. I nearly pull out in front of someone and hit my brakes. We are 35 minutes from the birth center, and Maile’s labor has started. I stop at a red light just as another contraction builds inside her. [...]

Regarding the Long Days Before the Baby Comes

By | August 2nd, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Faith and Doubt, The Little People in the House|

There is the tedious movement of the last few days of a pregnancy. The summer days well up like drips from a faucet, slowly gathering mass, then hanging there much longer than you thought possible. Maile's stomach drops as the baby seeks out more space. At night she reaches over [...]

The Problem With Protecting Ourselves

By | August 1st, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Faith and Doubt|

One of the greatest temptations faced by American Christians today comes in the form of voices demanding that we, first and foremost, protect ourselves. In response to the very real dangers present in the world, these voices encourage, no, demand, that we withdraw, face inward, and put the well-being of [...]