We are made for joy and love and creativity. We are embodied because the care of the soul requires human touch and beauty, music and vision in order to thrive. Yet we live in a broken, wounded world. Everything good and necessary is so easily corrupted, abused, lost and wasted. We often bear our torment within ourselves, carrying it wherever we go. I've spent the past year or so frequently sorrowing over existence. To be honest, I'm not good at life these days. Life is as much a burden and disappointment as it is a gift. Yes, I have certain gifts that make life tolerable: Humor and poetry and laughter. And I've devoted so much of my life in the pursuit of wisdom. But most days the weather of my soul is more like Northern England and Scotland than the Appalachians. It's a kind of betrayal of the heartfelt love gifted to me by my family who hoped and prayed so passionately that I might live and have the opport...
A "restless" theologian in service to the church of Jesus Christ