rest

The psalms of ascent press hard against the norms of our bootstrap culture.

How can rest be a political act? Poet-theologian Tricia Hersey returns to this question often.

She was a staunch observer of sabbath. It took her death for me to appreciate why.

Here in Cambridge, England, I pray in the mornings, read St. Paul, walk in the afternoons—sometimes through soft English rains—and sip hot tea with cream.

When we complain about how busy we are, are we actually boasting of our importance?