I said I loved you… but I lied
I spend about 16 hours per week in the car. Too much music overloads my brain, so I’m always on the lookout for good podcasts. Everyone seems to rave about NPR, so I figured their “Story of the Day” podcast would be a good way for me stay mildly entertained and informed […]



My first awareness of change within me came as I began to reflect on how I performed the mundane responsibilities from which I felt so alienated. Though I was not completely alive to them, I was able at least to think about them, if only from a distance. I was struck by how wonderfully ordinary life is. Simply being alive became holy to me. As I saw myself typing exams, chatting with a student on the way to class, or tucking one of my children into bed, I sensed I was beholding something sacred. My encounters with students presented astonishing opportunities to listen and encourage. Bedtime with Catherine, David, and John allowed me to convey the blessing and love of God to them. I was not yet fully alive to these ordinary moments, but I began to glimpse how profound they were.