I stand at the boundary of my mind, the place marking a transition between conscious knowledge and subconscious belief. Frightening are the mind’s thin places, the boundaries where exterior facades fail and the true self emerges. The point at which memories become myths, thoughts lose their certainty, and images are incoherent. Within this clarity of … Continue reading Image at the Edge of Memory
Long did I travel alone, searching for some pathway through the dark. There, within the absence of everything, I encountered the boundary marking the threshold of salvation. The place signifying the eternal transition from darkness to light. And at that place, that lonely place, I heard a voice chant: “Light, light, at the edge of … Continue reading The First Light
Exploration of Merton’s understanding of selflessness and liminal theology’s understanding of spaces in between.
Then he took it down and wrapped it in a linen shroud and laid him in a tomb cut in stone, where no one had ever yet been laid. It was the day of Preparation, and the Sabbath was beginning. Luke 23:53-54 (ESV) In this world suffering and disease are indeed 'normal,' but their very … Continue reading What Follows Saturday?
I've always been fascinated by the boundaries. Perhaps I can blame this on my background in practical theology, which emphasizes cross-disciplinary collaboration and learning (especially in the social sciences). Truth be told, my own interests have always bordered somewhere between theology and philosophy. I've never wanted to blindly isolate myself into one camp. Of course I still believe … Continue reading Living on the Boundary