image description: chairs in Branford Courtyard at Yale
In the thick of my second, and definitively more challenging, semester at Yale, I am becoming increa...
Colossians 1:17 NIV: “in him all things hold together.”
This phrase stands out to me just because it is so beautiful. In my mind, it invokes the image of a ...
Today is the first Sunday of Advent, the first day of a period of watching and waiting. Advent is also the church’s new year where the cycle of the lectionary ...
Time is a rainbow
gestating in the stale air,
a forgotten vow,
a winter song
that wavers in the etherized silence;
its long arc bends
toward a dusky fie...
Dear God, I have no time.
Amidst all the work I have to do I am overwhelmed.
I pore over my to-do lists daily to strip out the un-important and the un-urgent...
Christianity is a faith deeply rooted in time. Most Christian traditions observe different “seasons” in their liturgy each year: Advent, Lent, Ordinary Time, f...
One of my favorite hobbies is people watching. Or, as an honest person might call it, eavesdropping. You might not know this, but Harvard dining halls are the p...
Here’s a question. Does it make sense to ask God: what time is it now? Or, what is going on the universe, right now? The timelessness view says no. There is no ...
I did my laundry today for the first time in two weeks. Usually that wouldn’t seem like such a long time (one of the perks of being an overpacker when I came to...
Bare ruined choirs, where once the sweet birds sang… –William Shakespeare
There is something uniquely melancholy about a ruined church, I always think. Ruine...
