It didn’t work. Henri set out to write a book that would inspire a true desire in his friend, Fred, to pursue the spiritual life, but Fred kindly explained that he had failed to do so. While he wrote beautifully … Read More
We began this journey through Henri Nouwen’s book, Life of the Beloved, asking, “What does it mean to be the Beloved of Jehovah?” and, “What is it that keeps us trapped in sin when we already know the truth of … Read More
In my last blog post I suggested that spiritual disciplines were not tools we use to remove our false self armor, but that they are exercises we do so that we don’t need armor. I left the question of how … 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
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
I don’t remember where I was on the Camino, I just remember coming out of the trees and crossing a river on a wooden bridge. Trees lined the banks of the smooth flowing river, and on either side of the … 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
One of the books I was reading, or rather listening to, on my long drive out to Pot Mountain was Richard’s Rohr’s, Immortal Diamond. In it he discusses the natures of our True self and False self, and the journey … Read More
As a prison chaplain, I was interacting with men desperate to know the key to transformation, sick of the carousel they were riding. I was also working with a myriad of volunteers, each bringing in their own message of hope, … Read More