Ditching destructive expectations

Ditching destructive expectations

You may have noticed that I’ve been blogging less the past two or three weeks. That’s deliberate. I’ve purposefully stepped back from what felt like the perpetually eroding edge of expectations—an edge that demanded more than I could deliver, foisted...
Happy tweak week!

Happy tweak week!

If I move this stuff along the garage wall, I can hang the ladder here instead of behind the van so it’s easier to get to when we need it. There’s something not quite right about the flow of my sermon. If I move this point here and drop that one, it moves...
Choosing to die

Choosing to die

I’ll never forget that moment. I stood on a pebbled shoreline in my swim trunks, my toes drowning in two inches of water so cold, it burned. I’d taken a few guys rock climbing in the Canadian Shield, a topographical playground in North Eastern Ontario. The...
What stirs you?

What stirs you?

“But he who would be born again indeed, Must wake his soul unnumbered times a day, And urge himself to life with holy greed; Now ope his bosom to the Wind’s free play; And now, with patience forceful, hard, lie still, Submiss and ready to the making will,...