While It is Still Dark

Deconstruction, yes, looks a lot like death. Death seems final but dying is the waiting room we all sit in, anxiously, waiting for someone to call our name. My heart feels heavy and it often feels like something I have to carry for myself. This call feels like something I have to carry for myself. And I wonder, if the weight of what I carry is leading me to a good death or a bad one….

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This is an End, But Not 'The End': A Philosophy of Hope

There’s nothing like waiting and silence. Nothing like prayer in an empty room, particularly when you’re shouting at God, waiting for a response and all you receive is silence. There’s nothing like coming to the end of yourself that’ll show you a beginning you would’ve never had the audacity to imagine. There’s nothing like Christmas to make December sometimes intolerable, but there’s also nothing like Christ being born, the “thrill of hope “ in this “weary world.”

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