Learning Humility from the Back Side of a Goat

A goat doesn’t care who you have met with, work for, or lines of text on a business card. A stone is no respecter of persons.

Everything that I have ever experienced had been through my own senses, intellect and understanding. I know the world first and foremost through myself. And every time a goat kicks my milk pail and rock resists my pick I am reminded that I do not define reality. The world in which I find myself does not bend freely to my will.

Nothing knocks you out of the center of the universe like goat droppings in your face.

Home and the Particular

The Center for a Just Society is hosting a symposium on “home” that I contributed an essay to. Below is an excerpt from my piece that you can read in full here. “Home,” Robert Frost noted famously in “The Death of the Hired Man,” “Is the place that when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” …

The Mundane Resurrection

Easter is a declaration that the most fundamental reality into which we can live is not supply and demand or even cause and affect but death and resurrection. The passing of the years does not diminish its power because its truth is discovered ever greater as resurrection is practiced.

The mundane, far from being boring, can be counted as among the beautiful. Finding resurrection in places we missed before is a new discovery of Christ. Resurrection is the lens through which the world becomes alive with God’s love.

What The Bachelor Didn’t Teach You about Farming

Like any relationship that you don’t really pay attention to, your current relationships to farmers might not be very good ones. They might be chicken farmers who have a hard time feeding their own families, migrant workers picking your tomatoes who are paid only a penny a pound for their labor, slaves forced to fish on dangerous boats or corn growers who have fallen into traps of destructive practices because they believe there is no other way to make a living