To be surprised by grace, as seasons blur together, as monotony defines our days, as boredom tests our worth, is to open our hearts to th...

On the brink of election season, it already feels like the tension in our country has reached a peak unparalleled in my lifetime. This pa...

Note: This blog is not an attempt to assign spiritual meaning amid a global pandemic but rather an attempt to uncover existing spiritual ...

When I first started going on contemplative retreats, I remember how difficult it was to give myself grace in my journey inward. I was un...

My dad has always loved Charles M. Schultz’s 1965 Christmas classic, A Charlie Brown Christmas. Growing up, he’d make our family watch it...

Thomas Merton once famously wrote in No Man Is an Island, “Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” For Rus...

You’ve probably heard the phrase “Doubting Thomas.” The phrase’s origins hearken back to John’s Gospel, where, after Christ’s resurrectio...

Anyone who knows me also know how much I love to bike around the city. I fell in love with city living several years ago and have not loo...

I believe all of life is sacred. Each patch of grass, rocky path, piece of tile, sandy shore, carpet square, clunk of dirt, grocery aisle...

“God has no rivals, and therefore as a child of God, neither do I,” the monk taught. I was on retreat attending a class at Saint Meinrad ...