For the Recovery of Life and the Healing of Creation
Over the past few months, I have been a part of three conversations with groups of thoughtful, fearless, and committed EcoFaith Recovery leaders about what it means to integrate the practice of Restoring Balance into the fabric of our lives.
“Olive oil is the dear friend of the Holy Spirit, it serves Her, following Her like a disciple.” -St. Ephrem The people of Israel bring myrrh, cassia and cinnamon To make it holy, to set them apart, To set God
I spent the duration of my eco-faith internship exploring the intersections of my vocational interest in hospice and the wider mission of the eco-faith network to seek recovery and restoration in the midst of a destructive culture, and to reclaim
“She has done what she could; she has anointed my body beforehand for its burial. Truly I tell you, wherever the good news is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will be told in remembrance of her.”
As part of my research for my project on my spiritual connection to nature, I immersed myself in some of the greatest mentors I knew on the topic. I read Wendell Berry’s reflections on the changes of society and resonated
Who do you say that I Am? I am Divine Fullness. Our world daily seeks to convince us of our emptiness, clouding visions of abundance with images of scarcity. In a society of consumerism and capitalistic greed, our greatest temptation
It is Easter Sunday afternoon. The congregation I serve just finished the last of five worship services held over these past two and a half days in celebration of Holy Week. Later this evening, I will join people I love
There’s something otherworldly about a good conversation. The right kind, impossible to manufacture, can bring about connection, warmth and hope to those lucky enough to experience it. Often, the way to these warm, expansive conversations requires someone trekking through
When we praise our Creator, we worship the most magnificent of artists. We worship the potter who formed humankind from the fertile soil (Genesis 2:7), molding us like clay (Isaiah 64:8). When we look to the skies we can
“Christian hope begins where every other hope stands stiff before the face of the Unspeakable.” Thomas Merton, Raids on the Unspeakable A few months ago I began hosting weekly “Eucharistic contemplation” hours at my house. It initially began as an