Lately I’ve been reading The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays of Wendell Berry when I stumbled on the distinction that he makes between a path and a road. He writes: “The difference between a path and a road is not only the obvious one. A path...
I just heard from my friend, Andy, this week regarding his great white shark adventure outside of Cape Town, South Africa. I had randomly asked him about his plans for the three days following the Lausanne Gathering. “Anything interesting you’re going to do?” I asked....
While in South Africa, I had the privilege of being part of 3rd Place, a creative community of faith located in Pretoria. You can check it out at @3rd_place on Twitter or visit Third Place online. The church gathering embraces the creatives, the Gospel, the realities...
“Mama” is the nickname I’ve given to our host’s mother, Angelica,—the 73-year-old who can spin circles around me in the olive grove climbing trees, plucking olives, sawing branches, and popping up above the crest of the highest tree in a moment’s notice. Here are a...
We’ve been picking olives for two days, well, a day and a half. Rained out this morning, we traveled back to the fields at noon to pluck the green and purple delicacies. There’s no temptation to eat the harvest which is bitter to the taste, but the promise...
