Elise Tegegne

What if car alarms and jackhammers, barking dogs and chewing mouths, even the strains of music outside one’s range of taste could all be doors to holiness, peace, and even joy?

 The technology I lean on does not often shape me into the kind of person I seek to become…

Margery Kempe’s unusual ardour for God unsettles and evokes the believer’s calling to something beyond mere humanhood…

From what our limited vision can perceive, rest seems a prodigal waste. But letting the fields lie fallow roots in God’s heart…

An Ignatian-inspired Christmas mediation to unfold with your family, a small group, or by yourself…

I am the kind of person who hates to be indebted to anyone. But what would it be like to cultivate a posture of dependence on others?

Too often, I think I know my life’s plan better than God does…

The rhythmic practice of reading the Psalms morning and evening has shaped not only how I pray, but the very essence of my heart…

What Americans spend billions of dollars annually to destroy can be gifts of beauty and healing…

I’m learning to see my mistakes how God does: under the light of mercy. And even to see these quotidian errors as gifts…