Faith Needs a Voice
At the opening of the Gospel, John speaks of a mysterious figure—the Word—who is both with God and is God. The Creator of all things, the source of life, the light of humanity. A light, he says, that has entered the darkness—and a darkness that cannot comprehend it or overcome it.
And then, without warning, the rhythm breaks:
“There was a man sent from God, whose name was John…”
It feels almo...
Rhythm of Remembrance
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Some truths are too large for plain speech.
John begins his Gospel not with an essay or a plain declaration, but with a poem. Because poetry, both then and now, is not ornamental—it is a powerful vessel of truth.Â
Poetry is how we collectively remember who we are.
The Psalms, the prophets, the songs of Moses and Miriam—these were not private reflections or decorative embellishments, but shar...
Resurrection for Ordinary Mornings
When I was younger, I thought serving God meant escaping the ordinary. I imagined holiness as something lofty and rarefied—lives spent in constant focus on the eternal, far from kitchens, bills, commutes, and mundane work. Spirituality, I believed, required grand gestures, heroic devotion, and a removal from anything temporal.
Then I grew up—and God taught me a different truth: He is not absent...
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