A friend of mine got out of prison recently. I had the privilege of meeting him at the gate along with his Free2Succeed mentors. We went back to his mentors’ house (whom we have both known a long time now … Read More
The core belief motivating my current journey is that God won’t do the work for me. This feels like a lack of faith in God because for so long I believed that He would be at work within me making … Read More
My religious upbringing taught me that the purpose of Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross and resurrection from the grave was, through propitiation, to make a personal relationship with the Divine Father possible for me. All I had to do was … Read More
Most of us who have heard the call to embark on this journey have realized that the call did not come because of our worthiness but specifically because of our unworthiness. Counterintuitively, the call to the hero’s journey is not … Read More
Warning, graphic content ahead. I knew a man in prison once who had been raised in a Pagan family with many trials. When he was still just a child, his grandfather took him up into his lap, hugged him … Read More
Recently, I have been listening to several teachers talk about the contemplative life. Many of them talk about how we are the Beloved of God, and they point to Henri Nouwen’s description of Jesus’ anointing at His baptism. The Father … Read More
Part of my title is taken from a line in a poem called, “Phan Ku”, written by Kapil Sibal and published in I Witness: Partial Observation. You can read the poem here. Growing up, my family attended numerous … Read More
Let’s be honest. I’m terrified. I’m terrified of where Jedidiah’s Journey will go. I’m terrified of what I will find if I honestly and openly ask my questions. I think I am most afraid that I will go forth kicking … Read More
“‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.’ This is the great and foremost commandment. The second is like it, ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ … Read More
The coldest part of my vigil was in the blue pre-dawn. My fire was small as I waited for the sun to rise, too small to fight back the cold that had settled in through the night. I hesitated to … Read More