With a chinook roaring across the prairie — snow retreating, thermometres rising, soil drying — I’m reconsidering what it means to be dust in a universe made by Love, for Love.
A reflection on therapy, spiritual care, & the deep human questions that don’t go away. Maybe the real question isn’t whether we need care — but what kind of care helps whole humans live whole lives
On dusty prairie roads and forgotten back alleys, in war zones and around kitchen tables — love is the quiet, stubborn presence that refuses to let despair have the last word.
A pastoral reflection on Tracy Tucker’s Can We Talk About Death?—and why learning to speak honestly about death may be one of the most loving things we can do.
An attempt at an Open & Relational Confession of Faith, and why I needed to try to write one.
Deconstruction isn’t rebellion. It’s refusing to keep pretending.
Stop chasing. Start noticing. God is closer than you know.
Not the shiny kind of hope—more the scruffy kind that shows up when optimism packs up and leaves. A reflection on meaning, love, and the quiet courage to keep going, metre by f-ing metre.
Why Good Causes Go Bad, How Communities Break Down, and the Braver Way of Love
On Love, Freedom, and the God Who Meets Us in Relationship