Twenty-nine
So Happy Birthday, Kendahl, and cheers to twenty-nine. This year is going to be the best one yet.
Sacred Spaces: Some Distinctly Un-data-driven Conclusions
Seeing chipped stained glass and other signs of disrepair was dismaying, but it also renewed my appreciation of how church architecture brings grandeur into public space.
Dim Vision: Worship as a Microcosm of White Privilege
As a white person, it’s easy for me to assume that my way of viewing the world is normal. And not just normal, but best. That my way of talking is best. That my way of keeping time is best. That my way of doing church is best.
Open Seating
“I’m actually on a connecting flight, traveling to a corn hole tournament. It’s a pretty big deal,” the man in the seat behind me announced.
The Art of Staying
I love the city I now call home, but it’s never been my destination.
In Life and in Death
A hot and electric pulse coursed through my body, like the shock you receive from an exposed wire, only longer-lasting, and warmer.
Just a House
I was suddenly aware of everything: the squelch of the slider door’s rubber seal releasing as my brother came in from the yard. The creak and crash of the screen door to the garage behind my dad.
Solitude and I-80
And then—after all that hectic activity—all I had to do was drive. For five hours. On the same road. Beside a repeating pattern of corn and soybeans.
To Clean Out a Room
I don’t like change, and I am an anxious person. Nice to meet you.
A Laughable Mistake
We welcomed the hilarity of our mistake, the unknowns of adventure, and the opportunity to give ourselves grace.
