It’s a black and white day in the city. Charcoal high-rises ascend and stand out against an all white, sunless sky. The most color I’ve seen today were red, wet umbrellas and bright green, inter-borough taxis weaving in and out of traffic. New York City on a damp and rainy day, but no less busy... Continue Reading →
Some would say that this season has been reserved for the sole purpose of commemorating the end of a year, the temporary death of leaves and flowers and all that blooms. I say it is when the urban oasis awakens to new possibilities.
I am hardwired to move forward with drive and ambition and to act swiftly while my spiritual life bids me to slow down, deliberate with God in prayer and spend time in the word for further instructions.
In some ways, this a bit backwards, but so are many things in life. And so are most things in God’s economy. You must “lose your life to gain it."
The notion that there exists this brand of radical hope; a hope that believes against all hope. And the audacity of this type of grace!