Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, I was an undergraduate sitting in a film studies class. I took the class because it fit my schedule, not because I was interested in film.

Grace is a hard notion. It is something that winds through life—simultaneously completely obvious and utterly mysterious.

Wind through leaves. Walking along a known wild way. Crisp grapes.

There is a story in the gospels about a man who has been robbed, beaten, and left in a ditch and the “Good” other who stopped to help.

Do you know what counts? All of it. All the little tiny things you don’t think matter do.

What is honor? It certainly isn’t a word you scroll past very often.

Do you ever feel that there is a whole world of knowledge just beyond your grasp?