“Who am I?” is a difficult question to ask because you can’t ask a question if you think you already know the answer, and to not know the answer to this particular question is far too vulnerable for most of us here in American society to tolerate. We don’t trust…

If truth is the crux of human freedom, then so, too, is vulnerability, because the truth is: so long as we are human, we are vulnerable. Vulnerable means “capable of being wounded,” coming from the Latin vulnerāre, meaning “to wound.” As a human, there is never a moment when we…

There are some miracles that can only occur between you and me when at least one of us is listening. Really and actually listening. These miracles don’t just happen. They have to be courted. Work must be done. Ablutions performed and sacrifices made. An initiate doesn’t just waltz into the…

Imagine you’ve never heard of the Grand Canyon before and you’re walking through the desert of Arizona, right toward it. Although you’re just a few miles away, you don’t realize you’re approaching one of creation’s most arresting masterpieces. You never dreamed anything like this could exist. You didn’t know it…

Every time an American man shoots up a church or a grocery store or a salon (the list goes sadly on), he puts an implicit demand on the rest of us to examine the society which produced him. …