I’m writing on a Friday night, sitting in a cold basement of a row house in Northeast DC. Outside it is dark, and this room is dark, and I don’t feel like turning on a light. I hear sirens and helicopters. I think about food and work and love and friends. I think about the … More Weary Worlds
If you can marvel at the face before you with as much wonder and awe as the mountain, the sunset refracting, you have unearthed the Spirit of God. For we are made of glory. —Cole Arthur Riley (Black Liturgies) I type these words on a rainy Friday evening after a heavy week. Out the window … More Irrational season
(an essay I wrote for my God and Philosophy class last year. Everyone needs to read James Cone’s The Cross and the Lynching Tree. Christians MUST speak into this moment, and Cone embodies a Christianity that feels true and full of the love that Jesus speaks of in the Gospels.) ‘Hope Beyond Tragedy’ James … More The Cross and the Lynching Tree
How difficult it is during this pandemic to hold onto any sense of hope. Today, on this Sixth Sunday of Easter, the second reading from 1 Peter says: “Always be ready to give an explanation to anyone who asks you for a reason for your hope.” If someone asked me to give a reason for … More To love my neighbor
(My final paper for Contemporary Voices class, and also my last philosophy paper ever at PLNU. So so grateful for how my life has been changed by these classes and these thinkers and these conversations.) Dasein/Hospitality in the age of the Anthropocene The urgency of the climate crisis in this Anthropocene age raises the … More Dasein/Hospitality
some ramblings of the mind In this moment we are confronted with our own human vulnerability and our interconnectedness with one another. There is something deeply disruptive in this collective realization of our mortality and the mortality of those around us, the mortality of the people we know and love. Part of being vulnerable is … More Viruses and vulnerability
Like probably so many, I have been incessantly checking the news and my email and Twitter for updates about the coronavirus—its spread, its death toll, what it means for my college and classes. I am so, so sad (‘sad’ is a vast understatement) that I have to finish my last semester at PLNU via … More The anxiety we feel
(This is an essay I wrote for my philosophy class last semester and one I am very proud of! It is the start of a continued conversation about justice…) The task of undergoing a communal re-imagining about what it means to be just is demanded in the dawn of this Anthropocene age. Justice is not … More Justice ‘to come’
Justice shall flower in his days, and profound peace, till the moon be no more. May he rule from sea to sea, and from the River to the ends of the earth. Psalm 72 Today is the Feast of the Epiphany. Today, we remember that Jesus comes into our history, into our broken world and interrupts … More Life without war
In the winter I am writing about, there was much darkness. Darkness of nature, darkness of event, darkness of the spirit. The sprawling darkness of not knowing. We speak of the light of reason. I would speak here of the darkness of the world, and the light of _______. But I don’t know what … More The light of a winter sun
