Fall greets us with a decision to make. The summer, whatever we have expected it to bring, is over. It’s tempting to witness the brilliant leaves, the tawny grasses, as beautiful as they will ever be and yet doomed to fade into the ashes of winter — and grieve. To reflect that old dreams are passing as … More Inkspill No. 16: Dreams and Plentitude
I woke up this morning with a thought: the thing that makes me me is not my brain power, appearance, talents, or accomplishments. Which is good, because each of these has disappointed me at one time or another. No, I am defined by love for God and love for other people. The best thing about me … More Inkspill No. 4: Who am I, Again?