The Lens of Pessimism-A Meditation for Lent, Day 37


Things are not getting worse, Armageddon is not just around the corner and the world is not about to get really, really, horrible. We need new lenses to see the facts of life: things are not perfect, not by a long shot, but they are better than they have ever been. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Tell them to get new lenses.

Enemies-A Meditation for Lent, Day 34


There are now two prevailing sets of ideas pushing against each other in the Nation of the Idea, two narratives competing for the American soul. Unless we come to understand why each side feels aggrieved by the other, unless we are willing to approach the enemies in our own household with honesty, humility and compassion, the American idea will not endure.

Balance-A Meditation for Lent, Day 30


Seven years ago, she was homeless, addicted and lost. But she found one of those programs that is so out of fashion these days, and they helped her get sober and get a job. It’s not a great job: she starts her workday at 5:00 AM, makes the minimum wage, and she works really hard. There’s no extra money, and her idea of a great day is sitting at home, curled up on the couch, reading.

Seeing-A Meditation for Lent, Day 9


According to the spiritual traditions, there is another source of light, an internal one. Jesus talked about the “lamp of the body,” which, when you are focused on the needs of the world and not external religious devotion or the pursuit of “treasure on earth,” shines out like a beacon of hope to a world badly in need of hope.

Why I am giving up Donald Trump for Lent


I’m tuning out, dropping out, and focusing back in on those things that matter: mindfulness, spiritual awareness, balance, hopefulness, peace and joy and especially, justice. This blog began as a personal account of my own struggle to do justice, love mercy and walk humbly (Micah 6:8) in the public square. I have been doing a terrible job at that of late. And I’m counting on Lent to help me get my own spiritual journey back on track.

A Hopey Changey Breakfast


I had breakfast this morning with one of South Carolina's leading liberals. Over coffee, oatmeal and pancakes at the Original Pancake House, we laughed in the way that people do at a wake, sadness tinging our jokes blue. She's not religious, not even spiritual, and believes that whatever bootstraps that our nation might have to … Continue reading A Hopey Changey Breakfast