A couple months ago, I was listening to an audio book about St. Francis in which the author discussed how monks in medieval times would have written. Unlike me, who jots my thoughts down on anything from scraps of paper to smart notebooks, Francis would not have had access to such things. Francis' writings, like... Continue Reading →
Replanted: A Reflection on Psalm 1
I know a thing or two about being replanted. A few years ago I made one of the hardest decisions of my life and followed God into the unknown. This unknown was Southern Idaho—maybe that doesn’t seem drastic to anyone else, but for me it was huge. I was leaving Appalachia, and I knew that... Continue Reading →