I get teary-eyed almost every viewing when Clarence leaves the message to George Bailey, “Remember no man is a failure who has friends.”

For Advent I decided to read through Dante’s Divine Comedy. All of it. I’ve tried twice before.

I tend to get up when it starts getting light anyway. This Sunday, in that extra time, I found myself cleaning up the contact list

The God, who sees us at our best and worst, looks at us with favor.

As was our custom, we spent a few nights in a little village in the Alps, my father’s ancestral village.

A ‘social imaginary’ is a collective vision of a desirable and feasible future.

Wonder calls us out of our self-contained and self-prescribed lives and invites us to live in someone else’s world.

Might backpacking become a spiritual discipline for our times?

Over the last few months I’ve been sitting with the story of Mary, the mother of Jesus, as a guidepost in this season of life.