Note: Why I’m Writing This The recent onslaught of executive orders and policies from the Trump administration has become deeply triggering for me. I know I am not alone. The targeted attacks on the LGBTQ+ community—especially trans people—have unleashed a flood of anxiety. The dismantling of equity and inclusion initiatives also contributes to the distress….
There comes a time when prayers alone no longer suffice, when the weight of suffering tips the scales of silence and demands action. Tables Flip Themselves is not just a poem. It is a cry, a lament, and an invocation for a God who does not merely stand in the calm but roars in the…
There are moments in life when the weight of unspoken truth becomes too heavy to carry alone. The tears slip quietly through the cracks of our carefully composed smiles, and we find ourselves longing for a love that can hold the fullness of who we are—without fear, without condition, without shrinking. I wrote The Weight…
Today, as I watched the burial service for President Jimmy Carter taking place at Washington National Cathedral, a quiet ache settled over me. The words of his family, friends, and colleagues painted a portrait of a man whose life was a hymn of justice, mercy, and humility. Each eulogist shared stories of his kindness, his…
Four years ago today, our nation witnessed something we could have scarcely imagined: an assault on democracy itself. The memory of that day—the violence, the desecration, the loss of life—still lingers like a wound that struggles to heal. Today, as I write this, the weight of those events feels even heavier with the realization that…
As the clock strikes midnight on January 1st, the world celebrates the turning of the calendar, a collective pause to mark the passing of time and the promise of something new. Yet for the Church, this day holds even deeper significance: the Feast of the Holy Name. On this sacred day, we honor the naming…
As we step into 2025, I find myself reflecting on the immense gift of laughter. It has been a constant companion in my life, a thread that weaves through moments of joy and sorrow alike. For Lisa and me, laughter is a bridge—a sacred connection that draws us closer to one another and to God….
There is a sacred stillness that descends on Christmas Eve, a quiet hush that seems to envelop the world. Even on our bustling island, where summer breezes once carried the laughter of beachgoers, the crisp winter air feels charged with something unspoken, something holy. The streets are quieter now, the shorebirds fewer, and the waves…
As I sit in silence this Advent season, conserving my words for the services that stretch through Christmas, I find myself drawn into deep reflection. A lingering physical pain reminds me of my own fragility, yet it opens a window to ponder the brokenness of our world. My thoughts drift to the growing chasm between…
Lately, every time I glance at the news, it seems like someone has spotted something strange in the sky—a mysterious light, an unidentified drone, or the ever-elusive “flying saucer.” I’ll confess, part of me wonders if one day it might be aliens, tired of watching us make a mess of things down here, showing up…