Last summer I had a fresh encounter with the bit of trauma I didn't know I'd buried from September 11, 2001. It was, in some way, courtesy of Father Mychal Judge, the beloved Franciscan friar and chaplain for the Fire Department of New York, who died at the World Trade Center on that day. Here's … Continue reading Father Mychal’s City of God
Category: Faith
What I Want to Be When I Grow Up
In November 2016, I experienced a profound call to return to Christianity, even to the style of Christianity I was born into. Since then that call has led in a specific direction – toward these folks: I’m grateful to have been accepted as a Postulant in the Order of Ecumenical Franciscans. Postulancy means a period … Continue reading What I Want to Be When I Grow Up
The Resistance Prays
I'm honored to serve as managing editor and monthly(ish) contributor to The Resistance Prays progressive Christian newsletter. Sign up here to receive the daily devotional email - or find The Resistance Prays on Facebook or Twitter. My columns: "Do not fear" - a tough proposition this week: Marie Yovanovich testifies; school shooting in Santa Clarita … Continue reading The Resistance Prays
What I Read in 2018
I needed something to do while I boned up on some music, so I typed up all the books I read in 2018. In many ways a satisfying list - lots and lots about mysticism and what you might call spiritual life-hacking, plus a nice smattering of YA fantasy, mysteries, and general fiction (that last … Continue reading What I Read in 2018
A Visit with Father Mychal
On September 11, 2001, I was in Manhattan. Almost 3,000 people died there. I was moderately inconvenienced. And completely freaked out, but not in a way that mattered compared to the evacuees, the responders, the dead, the bereaved. It triggered some personal upheaval, but all of a philosophical nature. I was busy with work and … Continue reading A Visit with Father Mychal
Logic Gives Love’s Answer
Death is the Engine of Life: Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Jesus, and How Reality Works.
Spare Change
So this morning I’m sitting in Central Park reading a book about Saint Francis of Assisi, and this little dude comes up to me. He’s wearing battered saffron robes and a hat. (Like this.) I’ve seen his type before and figure he may be about to ask me for a handout. Instead he bows and … Continue reading Spare Change