Homo Stulto
byThe Importance of Words There is a man at my former church whose prayers I relish. Most people pray for the church, the world,…
The Importance of Words There is a man at my former church whose prayers I relish. Most people pray for the church, the world,…
A Day Like Any Other On Sunday September 21st, thousands of people gathered in New York City for the People’s Climate March; I was…
for Bach Tong Image of a compass lost its north, its red arrow spinning with no resolve or force of feeling towards direction or…
The waning of summer has burdens all its own. A few days ago, the temperature dropped twenty degrees overnight. The next day autumn tingled…
Priveleged, White, First World Problems “Sounds like a privileged, white, First World problem to me,” smirks my privileged, white, First World acquaintance upon discovering my…
Just across the border from north Texas, my car broke, the land’s heat hovered above the defunct road I’d rolled it onto with the…
On the one hand, the environmental movement has been quite critical of the phenomenon commonly known as “globalization” or as Derrida more aptly terms…
When I don’t finish my plate, I think of starving kids in Africa. But it’s not because my mother told me to. It’s because…
Certainly there is much compelling evidence in scripture that we humans are charged to care for the rest of creation. To steward resources responsibly. To respect the created order and to protect the natural world.
I’m going to start by saying that the number one thing is putting the still small voice at the center of my life, and trusting it, knowing that it is real and true and that it is more relevant and important than outside considerations of strategy or the “right thing to do”, it’s more important than any striving or hard work, it’s more important than crawling on my knees through the desert for a hundred miles repenting, because Mary Oliver is my…