“Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle, curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf,” writes Annie Dillard.[1] This simple…
Seeing Our Way Forward Through the Unifying Lens of Love
It’s a cold and foggy morning in western Kentucky. The colors are muted, and outlines of shapes and forms are increasingly blurred as you look towards the distance to a…
