The Search for Significance
Do you miss your great-great grandparents?
Do you miss your great-great grandparents?
You know how you see those black and white photos of a flurry of pigeons taking flight over colonial cobblestone streets? I just saw that a couple minutes ago.
On the flip, if this crazy, magical world that sometimes smells like lavender and always spins is not only real, but points to something even more real than itself, cut me off a slice of that. I want in.
A black church burns down. Justice isn’t a comfortable coffee conversation; it’s standing near enough to the heat to smell your own hair being singed.
This is what makes Good Friday so freaking good.
The beautiful part is: All things age. All things decay.
“When it comes to death, you have three options,” he explained to me in the fast food franchise…