Crossroads: Being a Witness

My grandmother calls herself a “scrap baby.” She was born in 1928, on the cusp of the Great Depression. Because she was the baby of her family, she always received the scraps.

Connections 05.05.2024: We Are Witnesses

I knew a woman who had been a dancer. Later in life, she was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, and as the disease took its physical toll.

The Great Cloud

I have been thinking a lot about my spiritual journey recently. The truth of the matter is that whatever has been done to get me to the nebulous “here” of being ordained is not solely my doing. Not even close.