Running into Shame and Grief

I ran a marathon last week, and it broke my heart. “It was hard, but at least I finished,” I tell the people I don’t know as well. With others, the words “excruciating” and “demoralizing” and “disappointing” might make their way into my answers. But I’m still smiling as I list the reasons why my ...

Embers

Work might be saving my life right now. ... Maybe I\'m just losing myself in busyness, but I\'d like to think there\'s something sacramental in the movement of my hands, the microcosmic rhythms of meaningful work, the ebb and flow of order and chaos. ... I marvel at what a difference twelve hours can make in reanimating ashes, turning back the clock to make live coals pregnant with promise once again. ...

Running into Grace

I am standing at a street corner in the predawn blue. A gas station to my right outshines the few remaining stars, and behind me the green-yellow-red rhythm regains its usefulness. We are all waking up. Ahead, the sidewalk curves into a trail along a river, where I will see deer and rabbits and ducks, ...