I fell in love with climbing not because I love coughing up chalk dust (I don’t) and think calloused hands are sexy (I do). It was the people.
I fear that if we put bird seed in Francis’ hands, we will find the morsels leaking to the ground through the holes of his stigmata.
Mary was reluctant to feel joy right away. She slouched into joy until it became a genuine and uncontrollable response.
Who do you serve? For whom do you keep your lamp lit?
The “zig-zagging” is just it though. Life zig-zags. God doesn’t color-code the holds for us, we have to feel around and find them for ourselves. It’s what makes us better climbers and stronger Christians.
Is it just me, or has everyone else felt like a terrible, lazy human being watching all of the incredible athletes in the Olympics as they swim, catapult into the air, sweat, leap, paddle, and contort their faces into configurations of pure agony and physical exertion? All the meanwhile, you’re watching this with a chocolate chip cookie…
Ok, I’m going to admit it. I’m scared. From the comfort of my campus coffee shop, my favorite mug full of steaming Italian roast, barefoot in an armchair, I still feel scared. I have no immediate threat, and that is exactly what scares me. You see, I’m caught between an exciting and mysterious time —…