I’ve been thinking a lot of late about the lenses through which I view life. I suspect these are natural reflections for one moving into the third third: How do I see, why, and do I want to make changes? They are also an outgrowth of the current political climate in America, as we try to make sense of the reality that people whom we love and admire espouse views and understandings so different from ours.
My own lenses, in no particular order:
Life is filled with injustices that we are called to address.
Life is difficult and chaotic, and also elegant and dazzling.
Faith is a matter of both deep darkness and glorious light, depending.
Hospitality is very good; nationalism is very bad.
My own personal life is mostly a function of astounding privilege.
Maybe I’ll write about these. In no particular order.