Stood Up By the Muse and Invited to Rest

Each December, it happens again. I find myself too weary to come up with the ideas and attention I need to summon up a coherent thought. When the time comes to pull up an empty document and have a good time, the muse stands me up. I suspect December has the same effect on most…

Three Reasons I am Thankful to Write

Two years ago today, I was sitting down to coffee and imagining what it would be like to start to trace out a couple of really really big ideas that had come to me through the pen of Dietrich Bonhoeffer. First, I wondered what it would look like to start pursuing the thought of a…

A Parable about a Moron

Once upon a time there was a man named Mike McMorris, who lived on the railroad tracks. Every morning when he left for work at the Smithboro factory for reflective dog collars, Mike would worry and wonder if his little house was in trouble. Sure enough, every evening at seven o’clock, when he got home,…