In the third chapter of Ecclesiastes, we read that there is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven – to plant and uproot, to tear down and build, to love and to hate. But I think it’s more accurate to say all of this can happen together in the same...

In his book Four Quartets, poet T.S. Eliot wrote: I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hopeFor hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without loveFor love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faithBut the faith and the love and the hope are all in the...

Late author Olga Rosmanith wrote, “You do build in darkness if you have faith. When the light returns you have made for yourself a fortress which is impregnable to certain kinds of trouble; you may even find yourself needed and sought by others as a beacon in their dark.” The imprisonment of Saint John of...

There is a Taoist tale about an old farmer whose horse runs away.  Upon hearing the news, his neighbors say, “I’m so sorry.”  “Maybe,” the farmer replies. A few days later the horse returns with three other wild horses.  “How wonderful!” the neighbors say. “Maybe,” the farmer says. Awhile later the farmer’s son tries to...

At its heart, the journey of each life is a pilgrimage, through unforeseen sacred places that enlarge and enrich the soul. – John O’Donohue Anyone who has visited my blog in the past will notice a redesign of my site. I wanted this space to better represent where I am right now in my life...