My first solo book took shape as I began to reckon with my stumbling, off-kilter faith. My well-managed assumptions about God ran headlong into strange graces: suffering, disappointment, doubt, fear – and then a tender yet hard-scrabble prophet named Malachi. (order / excerpt)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After the upheaval of fatherhood and a rough stretch in our marriage – and as I began to weary of the many temptations to constantly deconstruct faith – I recognized a hunger for a spiritual guide. I wanted to walk with a wiser, older man who knew how to pray and how to love and how to walk in the world with courage and laughter. I've found such flesh-and-blood guides along the way, but a 17th century French bishop named Fenelon has become a trusted friend. These letters between an elder Fenelon and his younger friends resonate with much of my own soul-wrestlings. (order / excerpt)

 

 

 

 

 

In Restless Faith, I'd grown honest with my questions. In Let God, Fenelon listened to my questions – and offered wisdom in return. In Holy Curiosity, I discovered that Jesus had some questions of his own, a few questions for me to wrestle. I was struck by how many times in the gospels Jesus, rather than answering a question, asked a question. Jesus, it seems, regularly aimed for a conversation. Centering on 9 questions Jesus posed, I try to hear these queries anew — and see where they will take us. (order / excerpt)

 

 

 

 

 

 

I've edited or contributed to several other works. You may be able to find them if you scour around at rummage sales.