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There is a discipline I do not have, yet I find myself wishing I did. A discipline of absolute control over one’s being. Not control in the harsh sense of repression, but a quiet mastery — the ability to direct oneself with clarity and intention. A kind of laser focus on who and where I…

It’s interesting to me how human beings seem pulled in two directions at the same time. On one hand there’s a sense of something outside the constant chatter, opinions, headlines, arguments, explanations… something simpler. Something still. Every now and then we bump into it. Sitting quietly. Walking alone. As the mind slow down for a…

It’s interesting how the mind works sometimes. I sit here feeling restless. Like I should be doing something. Accomplishing something. There’s this quiet pressure in the background that says the time shouldn’t just slip by unused. But when an idea does come to mind—read something, clean something up, start some little project—I notice something else.…

The other day I stopped into one of those little shops where the books are all donated—shelves full of other people’s finished sentences waiting for another reader. I wandered along the aisles and sure enough two books caught my eye. Something in the titles or maybe the subject matter—I don’t even remember now. What I…

There’s something almost tender about admitting …….. I want to know. And yet… I only know from where I’m sitting. That’s it. That’s the whole human predicament in one sentence. We don’t get to float above reality with some cosmic drone camera. We see from inside a body. Inside a biography. Inside a nervous system…

It’s worth mentioning again… There is a lot of conflicting information told by individuals who believe what they experience is real. From where they stand it makes perfect sense. Their experience lines up with their understanding, their memories, their interpretation of events. To them it forms a rational picture. Yet from the outside, hearing these…

“Real people, living in real times, trying to make sense of it all”. That may be the simplest and most honest doorway into understanding the Bible. The writers were not detached observers of eternity. They were participants in history. They lived through wars, exile, empire, political pressure, family life, drought, harvest, hope, despair, and those…

The beginning of a day feels different than the closing of a day. Almost like two different atmospheres living inside the same twenty-four hours. Morning carries a kind of openness to it. The story of the day hasn’t happened yet. Nothing has collided with us. No conversations, no tensions, no surprises, no small joys or…

Allow me one more lap around the idea of Absolute. Because……. I have come to suspect — gently, not dogmatically — that at the core of all this… everything… there is not a scattering of parts or pieces but a single, seamless All. Not a giant object floating somewhere beyond the galaxies. Not a cosmic…

Sometimes I wonder about all the noise of the world. The endless commentary, the arguments, the opinions, the explanations layered on top of everything. Turn on the news, open a book, listen to people talk long enough and you realize we live inside a constant stream of interpretation. Everyone explaining what things mean. Everyone choosing…