Lent

This is a crisis I knew had to come, Destroying the balance I'd kept. Doubting, unsettling and turning around, Wondering what will come next. Is this the role that you wanted to live?I was foolish to ask for so much. Without the protection and infancy's guard, It all falls apart at first touch.Watching the reel as it comes to

Holy Week is a real bitch. And Palm Sunday is when we remember how we are most human. How it is not that we are hypocritical, but rather inconsistent and duplicitous. We are human, all too human. Palm Sunday is when we are at our weakest and most unsuspecting about ourselves. Palm Sunday is our day

So now we're well into Lent and its novelty has surely worn off. The pathos of the Ash Wednesday's sorrowful soot-smudge has been washed away and we are starting to notice the nagging itch of what we have given up/taken on, this itch of desire. Such is Lent. It's a strange "presence-in-absence" sort of moment.

Daylight Savings has wreaked particular havoc on me this year. My friends and colleagues have lamented its effects as well. Just a single shift of an hour has reset everything: when I wake up, when I go to bed, when I eat, when I see the sun and when I feel its light on my

If you say "Everything happens for a reason," be careful you do no commit idolatry. If you say "God is in control," again, be careful. Sure, you will tell me of Biblical prophecies and stories where "God's plan" was explicated and executed. But that is the Bible. And I urge you to be careful that