This Advent season feels especially acute, and frustrating. Every day there is a new report, a new study, a new policy, that steers us towards climate doom. Trying to fathom and live within this truth is almost unbearable. And yet, we cannot wait. What is imagined as a far-off restoration, what is dreamed as salvation,
Phoebe Palmer – Letting go of the “great and undefinable exercise” and moving into the “Way of Holiness” – “…that entire devotion of heart and life to God should be the absorbing subject of the succeeding pilgrimage of life.” This concept – “being holy” – can seem daunting, or even viewed negatively. Typically, it would
Moonrise, Cowlitz Park – oil on canvas – 30″ x 22″ – 2018 “If there remains any vestige of self that can be aware of itself as “having arrived” and having “attained possession”, then it can be sure of the return of the old dread, the old night, the old nothingness, until all self-sufficiency and
(A slightly edited version of a Facebook post I wrote on Election Day 2018 -mw) I can recall Election Day 2016. I was in the best mood. I remember believing Trump would be obliterated in the election, forced to crawl back under his slimy proverbial rock, and that the ridiculous circus phenomenon of our American