Gregory Loewen

(from our forthcoming book, Unreasonable Happiness ) Most mornings, it’s decaf by the fire and a scroll through the news of the world. The news tries to light me up; I practice not taking the bait. One simple question keeps me steady: Is this mine to carry, or mine to witness? If a story touches my family, my street, or a community I’m part of—and there’s a clear step I can take today—it’s mine to carry . I make the call, send the donation, sign up, or put a date on the calendar. Then I close...

In an earlier post, I wrote about how easily we can mistake our own beliefs for truths. We polish them, defend them, and carry them...

We all carry an image of what “God” is supposed to be. Maybe it comes from childhood stories, sacred texts, or something we pieced...