Day 345: April 23, 2022
The fun thing about being forgetful is that it’s hard to quantify just how much more you remember.
Decisions, Decisions
The idea of making the wrong choice is pretty much unbearable.
Freedom, Maximalism, and Chopped Apples
I’m in that stage of life where you pack up constantly, and you keep your friends close and your friends with pick-up trucks closer.
Alongside Mary Gates
Have you ever seen the air before?
As Two As They Come
I found the Enneagram about five years ago now, and I know this is going to sound dramatic, but hear me out: it changed my life.
Sakura
It’s the quiet sense of time slowed down, of time doubled back on itself, that I enjoy about this morning walk
Still Risen
Some Easters I’ve wept with emotion at the swell of “In Christ Alone” and the miracle of Christ’s sacrifice; some I’ve sat stone-faced, wondering whether any of it matters.
Holy Saturday
I thought, as I often do these days, about how deeply weird the whole thing is.
In Defense of Cinderella
Some people might dismiss those films as guilty pleasures, the Little Debbie cupcakes of my media diet—simple, sweet, and absolutely atrocious for my health.
A Church in War
A week before the Russian invasion, Holy Trinity formed a crisis committee and began looking at questions of housing, transportation and food.
