UPCOMING EVENT: Everything Happens LIVE with Coach K!
I recently had a dream that I almost drowned in the ocean shallows. I was floating when a massive whirlpool formed beneath me. I tried to get my bearings but I couldn’t swim against the current, pulling me down, down, down. I started to panic when I heard a splash behind me and felt a…
This book is a way to faithfully stare down the darkness together.
I never got really good at asking for help, even in the days when I really, really needed it. But in my hardest days, it didn’t matter that I didn’t know how to ask. My people showed up.
Advent is preparation for the great inversion: God coming to Earth in the form of a human baby; the ruler of the cosmos trapped in a squalling package of helpless flesh. But this Christmas, it’s not enough.
Humans have survived because we are tribal and, man, am I grateful for mine. This season of true miracles is a love letter to my tribe.
People often remark on how well-loved I am. But the truth is, I am not unique. These good people love me well, yes. But these good hearts would do the same for anyone in need. They’re not going to let anyone be eaten by the saber-toothed tiger lurking beyond the fire circle. And that is why I love them.
Perhaps the most oddly comforting thing about joining the Mennonite club is they insist that suffering never be done alone. This week, my family gathers in Manitoba to celebrate the life of Hannah Penner.
