Faith, Fiction, Friends

Over the past decade, I spent more than a few days in “the canyon,” the Laity Lodge complex in the hill country of Texas. It is a stark...

Today marks the end of The High Calling as an ongoing web site focused on work and faith. My personal path to The High Calling w...

This landscape bleak: stunted trees scrubbing low hillsides, or clustering in small groves in gentle service to shade each ot...

I sit in this well of stone of limestone silence, circling and semicircling around me I sit on a narrow ledge conveni...

This article was first published at The Master’s Artist. Last week , I noted that I had attended a poetry workshop taught by poe...

This article was first published at The Master’s Artist. In 2010, I attended a writer’s conference at Laity Lodge, in the Texas Hil...

The green and gray give way to gold, a golden canvas of stone, reaching high to its crown of blue, enlightened by sun. The ...

I’m in the bookstore at Laity Lodge , near Kerrville, Texas. I’m here for a retreat, with a cross-discipline group of people who have come...

The road lies behind the grayness called trees, graveled white as it accompanies the river, the river clear in crystalled gree...

I spent three days last week at Laity Lodge , some two hours southwest of San Antonio in the Texas Hill Country. The landscape is rugg...

Hearing the voice ahead, we dance among the trees, we dance among the trees, moving forward, hearing the voice ahead, dancing ...

The silence is deeper here, encased in canyon walls, air filtered dry of remaining vestiges of noise, enclosing the life mov...