Writings

There is one King in whose imagination I was fashioned, until He beheld His work and called it good. Then He sent me forth, saying: “Go now among the worlds of matter and dream beyond your beginnings.” Thus, I entered the worlds of matter and found that I was not alone. Among countless other dreamers,…

Straight lines always seem so confident. A decision is made, a point selected, then off we go in our chosen direction, hardly realizing our line is little more than a gamble on an outcome we imagined. But what makes us certain the line knows best? When the line stops, as it eventually must, Will we…

Rooted But Not Confined If I were asked to name my spiritual identity, I would say I am rooted in the Christian mystical tradition. That is my home base. It is where I learned to pray, to contemplate, to listen inwardly, and to wrestle honestly with love, suffering, forgiveness, and transformation. It is where I…

by David Lowry Last night I dreamed of a small, pastel town — a place like Laurel, Mississippi, but more radiant than the real one. The streets glowed with color, the people were joyful, and technology was unnecessary because everyone seemed to know one another by heart. It was a place of belonging, peace, and…