Suffering Love: On What the World Does to Children

Suffering Love: On What the World Does to Children

During the first week of my long retreat I was having disturbingly vivid dreams about wounded children. Every morning I’d awake having dreamt of kids in hospital beds, kids with swollen limbs, kids with gaping wounds that covered their bodies.  Terrible.  At the...
Occupy My Heart

Occupy My Heart

When I think of the Occupy movement, I sometimes think about a tall young man with long distressed hair and a thick earnest beard who stood silently alone amidst immobilized 18-wheelers and five thousand unemployed workers, students, union members, mothers with small...