The Afterword

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  • The 10-Minute Meal That Saves Me

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    Many years ago, I read a quick interview with a chef. I don’t remember their name, or much else about the article, but one question stuck:“What do you cook at the end of a long day?” Their answer wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t seared anything or rustic sourdough or anything involving balsamic reduction. It was just:“Something…

  • Where only one person wins

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    I know it’s just a board game.But Monopoly is the one I always come back to.We pull it out when everyone’s around, and there’s just enough time to pretend we’ll finish a game. We won’t. Someone always lands on Mayfair, someone always rolls snake eyes, someone always tries to be fair and ends up last.…

  • Notes from a Dining Hall Dreamer

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    I don’t cook anymore. These days, I eat in the college dining hall—three meals a day, plenty of warm food and good company, but not a lot of variety. It works. It keeps the wheels turning. But every so often, I remember the kitchen version of myself. The one with spice-stained cookbooks and half-used jars…

  • Dogs or Cats?

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    People ask it like it’s a personality test. As though the answer reveals whether you are loyal or aloof,needy or independent,playful or discerning.But maybe it’s not that black and white.Maybe it’s not even about pets. Maybe it’s about how we love. Do we want someone who runs to greet usevery time we walk through the…

  • Losing Track of Time—By Moving Through It

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    I’ve never been someone who loses track of time in stillness.Some people sit by the ocean and watch waves roll in like slow breath.They stare at the sky and say they’re thinking about nothing.I respect that. I admire it, even. But it is not me. Stillness makes me restless. I lose track of time when…

  • How Quickly We Trust The Axe

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    – reflections in the shadow of Isaiah 10 What bothers meis how quickly we trust the axe. How easily we forgetthat violence, even when it seems effective,is never virtuous.That power, however polished,is not the same as wisdom.That God may use the axe,but God is never its servant. I’ve been sitting with Isaiah —sitting in the…

  • Ten Things I Know for Sure

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    God is good,even when the news is not,even when the plan doesn’t land,even when I forget. People bloomwhen given light—a listening ear,a meaningful task,a seat at the table. Peace is worth morethan being rightabout the colour of the chairsor the pace of the meeting.Some hills are not worth dying on.Some are. Words matter.They hold,they wound,they…

  • The Third Way

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    Interviewer: Are you seeking security or adventure? Me:Neither.I made that choice decades ago. No regrets. Interviewer: That’s unusual. Most people aim for one or the other—either a solid foundation or something that makes the heart race.Me:I get that.But both are inward-looking.Security asks, “Am I safe?”Adventure asks, “Am I thrilled?”I asked, “What matters most?” Interviewer: And…

  • When Everything Happens

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    One minute I’m laughing with Kate Bowler, the next I’m quiet. That’s the effect she has—a sharp observer of life’s contradictions, able to name both the absurd and the sacred in the same breath. She grew up in a Mennonite megachurch in Winnipeg—an unlikely mix of pacifism and spectacle. She now teaches at Duke Divinity…

  • What gets better with age?

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    Life. We had a big school reunion last year. I wasn’t sure what to expect—decades had passed—but it turned out to be surprisingly good. Familiar faces, stories retold, gaps filled in. A few of us met up again before Christmas. No agenda, just time to talk. One friend shared how he’d spent years teaching chess…

  • The Gift of Quiet Hours

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    I usually go to bed at 9.00pm. After a full day, I’m ready for it. There’s no fanfare—just a slow wind-down and sleep not far behind. And then I wake at 4.30am. No alarm, no urgency. Just the quiet sense that the day has begun. It feels like I’m the only one awake—until I start…

  • Morning Pages, Morning Peace

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    For me, writing is one of the most reliable sources of comfort. I don’t journal in the traditional sense—there’s no “dear diary” and no record of what I did the day before. Instead, I write about something that has caught my attention, or I respond to a prompt like this one. Some mornings, my mind…

  • What Excites Me Now

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    There was a time when excitement meant chasing new goals — building a career, learning new things, and taking opportunities as they came. I’m not someone who lives for travel, but whether for work, family, or leisure, we’ve ended up visiting every continent — including some very wild places. Antarctica earlier this year was a…

  • When Peace and Principle Collide

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    A reflection on ideological certainty and harmony I am known for being easy to get along with. And also, for being stubborn. It’s a combination that puzzles people. I don’t mind that. I’ve learned over time that harmony doesn’t come from sameness, and peace doesn’t come from everyone agreeing with me. I don’t need to…

  • What Is Your Favorite Genre of Music? It depends on the day. And sometimes, it is a surprise.

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    Some people have a favourite genre like they have a favourite coffee order — fixed, dependable, always the same. I’m not one of those people. For me, music is mood. It’s memory. It’s atmosphere and longing and curiosity all rolled together. My listening habits are not about allegiance to a particular genre but about what…

  • The Accidental Paradise

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    When we were newly married and living in the Northern Rivers of NSW, holidays were simple by necessity. We didn’t have much money and were a long way from family, so our usual approach was to throw a tent in the car and see where we ended up. One January, we decided to head north,…

  • The Quiet Work of Hearing

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    I wouldn’t claim to be an authority in the traditional sense — someone with all the answers or the loudest voice in the room. But I’ve spent a lifetime learning how to listen — to people, to texts, to what lies beneath the surface. My doctorate focused on preaching after Christendom: how to open the…

  • You Are Loved. You Are Loved. You Are Loved.

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    Not because you made the bedor remembered the milkor said all the right thingswith perfect timing. Not because you were brilliant todayor productiveor funnyor strong. But just—because you are here. Because when you walked inwith sleep in your eyesor silence in your mouthsomething in me softened. Because your laugheven the tired onerings familiarlike a song…

  • A Small Echo of What You Gave

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    Over the past year, I’ve found myself expressing gratitude in a new way — through writing. More specifically, through poems. Most Sundays, after church, I write a short reflective poem in response to the sermon. I started doing this quietly, almost experimentally, as a way of thinking more deeply about the message that I heard.…

  • Worried About the Future, Anchored in Hope

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    What am I most worried about for the future? At the moment, it’s the rise of autocratic leaders in various parts of the world. That’s what keeps pressing on my mind. The ease with which power consolidates around a single figure. The dismantling of institutions that were meant to outlast any one person. The echo…