When hope is gone, the hardest part isn’t sadness — it’s the pressure to pretend. In this reflection, I share what I do when I can’t feel hope, how I pray when I have no words, and why the poetry of the streets might be one of the mysteries of the public square.
Category Archives: Hope & Doubt
Faith and doubt are not opposites here.
These writings hold belief, scripture, uncertainty, and silence together — without forcing resolution or certainty.
Walking With a Story
At the last community dinner, I sat with a big-hearted man who has lost his wife and children twice — first through separation, and again through the long, heavy involvement of the criminal justice system. His grief isn’t simple. It comes in layers, folded over time. I didn’t come to fix his story. I cameContinue reading “Walking With a Story”
Hope That Learns to Wait
Hope doesn’t always arrive when we offer it.
Borrowing the Street Back
I didn’t explain my life. I walked — and told the story as it unfolded.
When Hope Stops Working the Way It Used To
Hope didn’t fail.
It just stopped working the way it used to.
