The OctoGod, and other things I miss.

I miss a lot of things (Nashville, my community, my Starbucks, my commute, my job, working, teaching, my coworkers, the skyline, trees, hills, the color green, the parks, the trails, the rain (surprisingly), my family, my friends, my acquaintances, and my routine.) That list can and will get more lengthy the longer I am away.   But I think oneContinue reading “The OctoGod, and other things I miss.”

fishingboatproceeds: meghantonjes: THIS IS EVERYTHING. How does this have 15,000 notes? Anyway, context: I received this good advice from my chaplaincy supervisor when I worked as a student chaplain at a children’s hospital in 2000. We were talking not about any of the terrible things I’d witnessed at the hospital but about my breakup withContinue reading

The Cheapest Generation – The Atlantic

adambozarth: Why Millennials aren’t buying cars or houses, and what that means for the economy HAHA NO MONAY!!!!! Maybe our generation aren’t buying houses and cars because EVERYTHING IS SO FUCKED You want us to actually talk to bank people and get home loans and auto loans? They are still fucking us! Any time IContinue reading “The Cheapest Generation – The Atlantic”

Crime, Punishment, and Compassion

It was required reading when I first read Fyodor Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment in high school, but I’d like to think that I would have eventually read it on my own volition, as it has become one of the most influential writings that I have read.  As the reader follows the main character, Raskolnikov, throughContinue reading “Crime, Punishment, and Compassion”

Above all, trust in the slow work of God. We are quite naturally impatient in everything To reach the end without delay. We should like to skip the intermediate stages. We are impatient of being on the way To something unknown, Something new. Yet it is the law of all progress that is made ByContinue reading

Este e o meu Brasil

On my drive west to my new, temporary home of West Texas, I began to notice the subtle changes; the drastic differences between the place that had always been my home and where I was headed somehow refrained from swallowing me whole. Pulling into town with the remaining distance on my GPS creeping slowly toward my final destination, surelyContinue reading “Este e o meu Brasil”