Natalie Audelo

This paradox—deep longing for spiritual encounter, paired with weak interpretive infrastructure—calls for a renewed theological imagination.

Love demands a complete inner transformation — for without this we cannot possibly come to identify ourselves with our brother. We have to become, in some sense, the person we love. And this involves a kind of death of our own being, our own self.

I recently had a friend drop by to pick up her Girl Scout cookies and my house was A.MESS. Four loads of laundry on the couch including my underwear (clean) and a box containing our cats ashes on the coffee table because it had been under the Christmas tree because she liked trees and my daughter thought it was fitting.

Anyway my friend just brushe... See more

We’re all familiar with the question every college graduate hears on repeat as soon as they’re finished with school: “What do you plan to do next?” That question invariably means, “What are your job prospects?” Meanwhile, the admonition to “get a job!” is synonymous with “grow up!”

What a soulless way to conceive of existence. What a dull invitation... See more