The World is divided by Space Travelers & Time Travelers
There are people who grow by moving through space—traveling, relocating, trying new foods in new countries, drinking local wine or beer, learning new customs, maybe even picking up a language or two.
Then there are people who grow by moving through time. They stay rooted, watching the same streets evolve over decades, carrying the stories of their communities in their bones.
We romanticize one, and dismiss the other—depending on how far away it is. But the truth is, both hold wisdom. Both are necessary.
If all we ever do is wander, we risk becoming untethered.
If all we ever do is stay, we risk becoming closed off.
Together, we offer one another identity and expansion, resilience and rest.
Maybe the most radical thing we can do right now is build bridges between these ways of being.
Not all Christians: the Danger of Pushing People to Extremes
Not every Christian is a Christian nationalist—and pretending otherwise only fuels the very extremism we fear. In this piece, I share why nuance matters, how mislabeling drives radicalization, and why making space for transformation is more powerful than shame. If we want something better than a culture war, we need to stop flattening people into enemies and start seeing who’s actually trying to walk away from toxic systems.
I Saw the End. It Was the Beginning.
I Saw the End. It Was the Beginning.
What if the afterlife isn’t somewhere we go, but something we live—again and again?
During a moment of deep silence in Quaker worship, I received something that felt more like a “wisdom upload” than a vision—a startling, shimmering insight into the nature of time, death, and the soul. It wasn’t about heaven or hell, reward or punishment. It was about cycles. About grace. About doing this whole life thing more than once, not as punishment, but as possibility.
I know how this sounds. And believe me, I didn’t want to write it. But it’s clung to me like truth, and I’m sharing it in case you’ve felt something similar—some glimmer of time folding in on itself, some whisper that love outlasts endings.
This essay is raw, a little metaphysical, and probably too weird for most theology books. But if you’re even a little curious, I hope you’ll read it.
Because maybe, just maybe, we’re all on the same eternal school bus, learning how to get it right—together.