Christ, be our light.


“The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it.”     – John 1:5

Here in Washington, the days leading up to Christmas have been wet, gloomy, and grey. And just earlier this week, we commemorated the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year. In the midst of this great season of Advent, a season of joy and light, this confluence of natural events has offered me the much-needed impetus to pause and take some time to reflect on the darkness in my own life and in the world in which we live.

We have a lot to be sad about this season. We have much to be weary of. There are a multitude of reasons to despair. And yet, in the midst of all the pain, brokenness, trauma, and sorrow sustained in our own lives and throughout the world, we are assured of the promise that as surely as the sun will rise tomorrow, a new day will dawn.

Therein lies the tension of the faith we live and breathe, a faith that is full of contradictions because we worship a God who is big enough to accommodate the “both/and” realities that are a hallmark of our experience of being human.

Every year, we get pulled into a harried performance of sending cards, baking cookies, making fudge, cooking dinner, hosting and attending holiday parties, buying gifts, and wrapping presents. And as stressful and fast-paced as this performance can be, we must get something out of it. Sure, it is nice to spend time and relax with those we love. And it is nice to bring a smile to another person’s face. But I also suspect this performance offers us a distraction on some level. In all the “acting,” we distract ourselves from confronting head on the darkness that exists in our lives during the holiday season. After all, the message we hear loud and clear is that we are not supposed to be sad on Christmas.

But many people are sad on Christmas. And sadness – darkness – is very much a part of our lives. Yet it is our sadness, our despair, our brokenness, our own experience of darkness that compels us even more to seek after the light. If Christmas is to truly mean something to us, we must take the time to encounter the darkness in our lives and to reflect on the ways that others are light for us, to give thanks for that light and to be that light for others.

It was no mistake that Jesus, the true light of the world, was born in the darkness of the night. Over two thousand years later, we still seek after the same light that led the three magi to the manger where Jesus was laying. As we seek after light this Christmas, may we fall on our knees at the manger in awe and splendor as we marvel at the grace and light that casts out all the darkness of the world. For as surely as the sun will rise tomorrow, a new day will dawn.


Seeking Human Kindness


Empathy lies at the heart of the Christian moral life and I am convinced that it should motivate our political convictions and commitments as well. When we closely examine the life and teaching of Jesus of Nazareth through the sacred scriptures, we encounter a variety of examples of the Son of God entering into the experiences of others, listening to their stories, and taking on their sufferings as his own. This is the ideal of public service. After all, Jesus was – and is – the model public servant.

But empathy poses a significant challenge to those who practice it, which is what makes this virtue so difficult to acquire. The virtue of empathy entails personal transformation, which requires social obligation. It is difficult to be sensitive to the experiences of those around us, to admit that we are all too often wrong about an opinion that we hold to be true, to be transformed by a new perspective that is different from our own, and to take on new practices that shift how we interact with others.

There is a man in Washington, D.C. who can usually be found near Dupont Circle holding a cardboard sign that simply reads: “Seeking human kindness.” In a world that is connected now more than ever through social media, we seem to be increasingly unaware of the needs of those right in front of us. How is our practice of empathy impacted when our ears are plugged by earbuds and our eyes are fixed to the screens of our iPhones? I wonder how many people actually take the time to read his sign. I wonder how many people look him in the eye and greet him with a simple hello as they pass by. And how many dare to ask him, “How are you?” It is important to have mercy on the overseas refugee, but what about the neighbor who is merely seeking the act of human kindness?

As we gear up for another election cycle, with a lot of conviction swirling around, I am reminded of the quote from Flannery O’Connor: “Conviction without experience makes for harshness.”


Economic Security for All

On September 16, 2015, the United States Census Bureau announced that the poverty rate had not changed significantly from 2013 to 2014 and estimated that the nation’s official poverty rate in 2014 was 14.8 percent, which roughly equates to 46.7 million people currently living in poverty in the Unites States. This lack of improvement is tragic news for America’s middle class.  Here’s why:

The current federal poverty level is set at $11,770 per year for an individual. For a family of four (two adults and two children), that number only raises to $24,250 a year. Take a moment to imagine yourself living, wherever you are, on $11,770 each year. Could you do it? If you earn just 30 dollars more, or a total of $11,800 each year, that places you above the federal poverty level and you are no longer counted as living in poverty. What about those millions of invisible Americans who are above the federal poverty level, but still make below the level of what it costs to actually make ends meet? Is life any easier for them now that they are living above the federal poverty level? While they are technically not in poverty, they are still economically disenfranchised.

When we take the income earned at the federal poverty level and transcribe it into real world cost of living situations, a family of four living at (and even above) the federal poverty level tragically has no place to live in the United States. According to the Economic Policy Institute’s Family Budget Calculator, a family of four needs to bring in at least $49,114 per year in order to cover housing, food, child care (so both adults in the household can work), transportation, health care, taxes, and other necessary living expenses in the region of the United States that is most affordable for a family of four to live: Morristown, Tennessee. That is an additional $24,864 required above the federal poverty level in order for a family of four to be able to afford to live in the most affordable region of the country! And even if that family earns near the $50,000 required to live in Morristown each year, that family is still merely surviving, daily living on the brink of bankruptcy in the midst of life’s unpredictable instabilities. These people are invisible; they earn more than the federal poverty level, but less than what it actually costs to actually be able to survive and are not included in the United States Census Bureau’s report. It is not enough to simply eliminate poverty. The federal poverty level is a two-dimensional measure that represents only a level of deprivation; this measure does not reasonably capture the costly realities of what it takes for Americans to make ends meet.

No person who shows up to work every single day and works a full-time schedule should be relegated to this sort of lifestyle. Their hard work is not moving them forward. Our United States of America is better than this. The promise of our American dream seems to have been forgotten, leaving behind an invisible class consisting of millions of Americans in addition to the ones that live their lives at or below the federal poverty level. It is a moral imperative that every public servant in this country recognize that this reality is objectively wrong, full stop; it should spark a moral response among all conscientious persons, especially persons of faith.

Economic security is a human right; it is vital to living the American dream. This is an idea embedded in the Christian moral tradition as the “preferential option for the poor” and it is also a notion that is profoundly biblical and a core part of Jesus Christ’s teaching to his followers on multiple occasions.

Surviving vs. Thriving

There is a stark difference between surviving and thriving. Surviving is living paycheck-to-paycheck and barely having enough money to provide for food, clothing, shelter, utility bills, and healthcare. Surviving is living on the brink of bankruptcy in the face of life’s great uncertainties, even though a person is working a full-time job and doing everything they can to make ends meet.  Thriving is the ability for a person to earn enough money to provide for food, clothing, shelter, utility bills, and healthcare, while still having some earnings left over to be able to save or invest for when times get tough or to spend on self-development, personal enrichment, or even leisure, which is essential to living a healthy and well-balanced life. Economic security is about thriving.

Two Responses: Catholic and Protestant 

 On September 7, 2015 the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops released their annual Labor Day Statement. As with every year, the statement serves as both a reminder of our need to grow in solidarity with the poor and as an invitation to recommit ourselves to working for economic justice for all. The author of the statement, the Archbishop Thomas G. Wenski, Chairman of the Committee on Domestic Justice and Human Development, warns against apathy regarding the economic plight that marks the lives of so many Americans today:

We must not resign ourselves to a ‘new normal’ with an economy that does not provide stable work at a living wage for too many men and women. The poverty rate remains painfully high. The unemployment rate has declined, yet much of that is due to people simply giving up looking for a job, not because they have found full-time work. The majority of jobs provide little in the way of sufficient wages, retirement benefits, stability, or family security, and too many families are stringing together part-time jobs to pay the bills. Opportunities for younger workers are in serious decline.

Given the woeful signs of our present economic times, it is far too easy to slip into despair and just accept that this reality is simply the way things are. But we know that we are called to a higher purpose and that all humans are created with an inherent dignity that is irrevocable. The inability for a person to thrive is an affront to that person’s dignity, as it does not allow them to realize their full God-given potential.

These ideas call to mind a similar sentiment in a recent sermon that Hillary Clinton delivered to the congregation of Foundry United Methodist Church on September 13, 2015. The lifelong Methodist sees a challenge imparted to us by the Apostle Paul in Romans 12:

It’s not enough to just use our gifts. We also have to make it possible for other people to discover and use their gifts too. The truth is there are so many people in this community, in our country, in our world, who have so much to offer  —  but never get the chance to live up to their God-given potential. Talent is universal, but opportunity is not yet.

When Americans are not thriving they are not only living up to their full God-given potential. In return, the United States is not able to live into and secure its own prosperous future.  Ensuring that opportunities are created and expanded to empower all people, regardless of their particular social location, to flourish in the life of American civil society must be at the forefront of our collective political imagination.

Toward a Shared Moral Vision

Not every American has the opportunity to go to college. Some cannot afford it, while others are just better off learning a skill or a trade. And that is okay and not to be looked down upon. Furthermore, many people today with higher education degrees still have to work a minimum wage job upon graduating from college, if they are even lucky to find a job immediately after graduation. We need an honest and open debate about the impact of raising the federal minimum wage; it is not just high schoolers that work these low-wage jobs.  We need a substantive, meaningful conversation about raising the federal minimum wage that is not politicized by the same old talking points, but one that is authentically marked by the Christian virtues of humility, mercy, charity, and compassion. We must not allow fear to impede our social and moral progress.

We also know that many low-wage jobs do not provide any paid sick leave, but human beings inevitably fall ill. At present, 80% of people who are working low-wage jobs do not have access to any paid sick days. Paid sick days provide the worker the peace of mind of not having to choose between pay or caring for themselves or their family members. Finally, the Earned Income Tax Credit (EITC) is a powerful tool to boost families earnings over the poverty line. The recent expansion of the EITC at the federal level helps the increase limited family resources. For some families, their tax refund enables them to make significant progress toward economic security. If this money puts food on the table and clothes on the backs of children and pays for books for school, it is money that is surely well spent.

Now more than ever before, we need morally sound bipartisan policies that address the plight middle class Americans are suffering. This will require concessions, as both sides of the aisle will have to compromise in order to advance more closely to a common good. But we cannot begin to make strides toward achieving that common good unless and until we as a country take a stand and recognize that economic security is a human right for all.



I’m a Christian, but I’m not … like Kim Davis


Yesterday, I watched Kim Davis stand on stage to “break her silence” moments after being released from jail for refusing to issue marriage licenses to same-sex couples on the grounds of her literal, biblically fundamentalist Christian conviction – which undoubtedly shapes her conscience. Our beliefs ought to guide our actions and here is a woman who is literally walking the walk, not merely talking the talk like many Christians, myself included, have the tendency to often do. Here is a woman who accepted the consequences of her religious convictions and was willing to go to jail for what she believes to be true. Throughout history and to this very day, there are other examples of Christians who have been jailed for their beliefs. I’m pretty sure the Apostle Paul came to think of a jail cell as his home away from home and he would not have had it any other way! I think of civil rights activists. And I also think of my fellow Boston College alumna, Sister Megan Rice, including a host of countless others who are jailed for conscientiously breaking the law or worse yet, jailed and even murdered because of their faith.

As I listened to the few words that Kim Davis did say on stage, I also strangely found myself in agreement with her. Yes, indeed, I believe that God is worthy. God is worthy of our belief, of our praise, of our affection, and of our worship. And we Christians are indeed a strong people. It’s true; the early “church” suffered immense persecution, but prevailed by the grace of God, which empowered these early followers of The Way to bear bold, brave, and courageous testimony to the work of the Spirit through their life in Christ. Recall Tertullian’s belief that “the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.”

While the scene I watched unfold was eerily reminiscent to the scenes starring Pennsatucky from Orange Is the New Black, I also recognized that this was and is reality, not a Netflix original series. And so, I find myself asking: How can Kim Davis and I both worship the same God, practice the same religion, follow the same Christ, and yet end up with radically different conclusions about what it means to live out our faith?

Sometimes, I despair that there are two different gods at work in Christian revelation, experience, and life. Initially, I am inclined to say that Kim Davis believes out of fear, while other Christians like myself who embrace marriage equality believe out of love. But is it right – is it healthy – for people who believe as I do to condemn Kim Davis and those who agree with her? Kim Davis and those who agree with her will only do the same to us. Is that really productive, does that move us forward? Is it right – is it healthy – to dichotomize Christianity into right vs. wrong, progressive vs. conservative, educated vs. uneducated?  What about Jesus? What about the good news? Where does redemption fit into all of this? It is sin that separates, grace that restores and sanctifies. We need all the grace we can get!

Our religious landscape is fast becoming a lot like our political landscape. We talk past each other. Our ego and conceit drive and uphold our belief systems, preventing us from stepping outside and beyond ourselves to learn from the life and experience of someone who is different than us. We have become lazily entrenched in our beliefs and uncompromising in our arrogance when we believe that we have nothing, absolutely nothing to learn from those who believe differently than we do. We wonder why we grow increasingly polarized, but we fail to cast the blame on ourselves.

The best thing that ever could have happened to me after graduating from Boston College was moving to Arkansas. My friends in Boston and Chicago thought I was crazy, but I did it anyway. I have nothing but gratitude for the two years that I spent in the Natural State. The people there made me a better human being as I entered into their lives and learned what they value. And the people in Arkansas are good – some of the kindest and most genuine people I have ever met, even though many of the Christians there do not agree with marriage equality.  And the activists and leaders there who fight and struggle and work for diversity and inclusion are some of the bravest and most courageous I have ever known.

I’ll never forget meeting one woman while on the campaign trail. As she and I talked about politics and religion, she could not understand how I could be a Christian and a Democrat, especially since, as she reasoned, the Democrats tend to support a platform that embraces a woman’s right to choose and marriage equality, two issues that she thought to be profoundly unbiblical and antithetical to the Christian faith.

Instead of hardening my heart and walking away from her, I risked vulnerability and shared my story with her, including my support of marriage equality. I was patient, spoke in her language, and appealed to her values. By the grace of God, we ended the conversation on a positive note. She later found me in the neighborhood and, with a troubled look on her face, apologized to me for making me uncomfortable and in her words said, “I do not want you to think that I am condemning you.”

I cannot say for certain, but I am sure this woman thought highly of Kim Davis’s stance against issuing the marriage licenses to same-sex couples. But her words remain etched on my heart: “I am not condemning you.” Nor was I condemning her. Both the lady and I wanted to do the right thing. And so, we came to a place where the Spirit opened us up to each other. Of course, I acknowledge that this one isolated incident – graced though it was – is not the case for everyone. Hearts have been broken, relationships ruined, jobs have been lost, housing opportunities denied, and lives have ended because of rejection and condemnation and fear of the “Other.”

But I do have hope. And while I cannot say for certain Kim Davis would be willing to sit down and have a chat with me, I would hope her conscience would beckon her to say yes. I’m a Christian but I’m not … like Kim Davis.

Or am I?


The Miracle of Marathon Monday

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A year has passed since the tragic bombings on Boylston Street and I am still in disbelief that it ever even happened.  Evil maimed bodies, shed blood, and ended lives in a place so public and so innocent on a day so sacred and so meaningful.  If you walk down Boylston Street today, it would seem as if nothing has changed.  And yet, everything has.  The memory is stained, embedded, and forever lurking in our collective consciousness.  One year later, I find myself having fewer answers and asking more questions.

How could it be?  How could it be that evil could make itself known just a few feet away from Old South Church, one of Boston’s most architecturally beautiful sacred spaces?  How could it be that evil ended lives and wounded bodies on a day so bright, so beautiful, so crisp, and so full of promise?  How could it be that I was not at the finish line on that day, at that hour, cheering on the runners with the gathered crowds in a place so familiar, so comfortable, and so much like home?  How could it be?

Evil has no explanation.  Evil has no justification.  If we try to search for answers, we will become bitter, overcome with resentment, and paralyzed by fear.  Evil has a way of gripping, binding, and hindering the human spirit.

This year, people from all walks of life and of every age will faithfully line the streets to cheer for the runners as they make their way to the finish line.  The crowds will be bigger, the cheering will be louder, and the emotion, passion, and energy will be more palpable than ever before.  This is the “miracle” of Marathon Monday – that nothing, not even bombs that take lives, fragment flesh, shatter bone, or spill blood can hinder the resilience of the human spirit.  Marathon Monday is living proof to us that evil does not, cannot, and will not ever, ever, ever have the last word.

If you do not believe in the miracle of resurrection, a trip to Boston on Marathon Monday will be all the evidence you need.  There, you will find the spirit of those we lost one year ago alive with each mile that is ran, with each cup of water that is handed to a parched runner, with each smile that is shared, each laugh that is had, each sign that is made, and each cheer that is exclaimed.

This is Boston getting stronger.  We are Boston strong.


Mutual Witness(es) to Love

Dark and heavy clouds began to swirl and swell, so I went outside to take in the impending storm above my head.  As I stood outside, barefoot and eating sections of a tangerine, I was oblivious to the pair of young men dressed in suits that were canvassing the neighborhood.  Catching a glimpse of movement in the corner of my eye, I turned around only to see the two of them approaching me with casual smiles on their faces.  I smiled back, thinking to myself that they were either Jehovah’s Witnesses or Mormons.

And I was excited!  While most people do everything they can to avoid these missionaries, I had for quite some time longed for a pair to show up at my doorstep.  I love nothing more than to have conversations with people about what makes them come alive, about where they find their place in the world, and about the faith they live and breathe.  Now, the opportunity had presented itself and I was eager to seize it.

I suspect they were shocked by their encounter with a not-so-typical person like me.  I confessed that I did not know much about Mormons, but was very interested in learning more about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  While I was clear to them that I was happy with the church community that I am a part of, I also noted that I was deeply disappointed by the frequent mischaracterizations of Mormons that are perpetuated by many Christians.   In fact, the prior evening I had heard someone say that Mormons were not Christian.  I knew in my gut that that was wrong, but I did not know enough about Mormons to justify my challenge of the person’s misguided statement.  I was ashamed by my lack of knowledge.

So, after asking them why they were passionate about their church, why they have chosen to face the elements by going door-to-door to boldly give witness to their faith, I asked them how to respond to such blanket mischaracterizations in the future.  I could tell they were relieved and impressed by my desire to correct the common misconceptions that abound among so many Americans.  What followed was a very cursory overview of how the Mormons came to be coupled with a short presentation of The Book of Mormon.  I was given my very own copy of the important text and promised them that I would add it to my library.  After listening intently to their explanations, I asked them how they were received by the folks they encountered in the community.  I was not at all surprised to hear that most people do not open their doors to hear the words and witness these courageous young men have to offer.  I was saddened that even some opened their doors only to slam them in their faces.

But then the conversation took an unusual, graced turn.  Perhaps it was the foundation of mutual trust that we had carefully laid together, but I began to tell them about my own church, how it came to be, how our common worship unites us, and how a great diversity of opinion is able to exist in the midst of a unity of believers.  They listened as carefully to me as I had listened to them, taking in each word with respect and rapt attention.  In a way, I suppose I was witnessing to them as much as they were witnessing to me.

I then took it upon myself to inquire about how persons who are gay are received by their church.  It was a trick question.  I knew what the answer was going to be, but I wanted to hear how they responded.  As expected, they did not deviate from their church’s position.  But when I revealed to them that I disagreed and had done my due diligence to study the scriptures and early church writings, had gone to graduate school to earn my master’s degree and had studied in depth the intersection of religion and sexuality, they continued to listen to my dissenting perspective with the same respect and rapt attention as before.

I doubt they left the conversation with a change of heart or mind, just as I did not leave with the desire to join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  But I do know that our shared experience of being marginalized within American religious and political discourse and our common commitment to the person of Jesus Christ was enough to guide us through any disagreements we had.  In fact, it did more than that.  I suspect that together we moved ever more closely from a place of mere toleration to a place of acceptance.  As we gazed into each other’s eyes, we could each see the humanity in each other, first and foremost.  Not a superficial, nominal recognition of each other’s humanity, but the real, deep, transformative kind that is enough to give a person hope.

So, when they asked to pray with me, I happily welcomed their sacred words to a God for whom we both share such a deep and lasting affection.  The prayer was one of the most beautiful, heartfelt, encouraging, prayers I have ever heard.

When an opportunity comes to your door for personal transformation, you have the choice to embrace or reject it.  And the relationship, if it is truly good, will be a mutual witness to a love that drives out all hate, all fear, and all the sin of the world.


The Washington D.C. Temple

The Washington D.C. Temple.  The first temple I ever encountered.

The Ethics of Desire


Our desires play such an important role in forming who we are as persons.  Who and what we value and who and what we want to become all shape what we do to realize those desires. 

Many of us desire a certain level of success in life.  Certainly, a successful life can mean a great many things for a great many people.  The ancients thought success was attained by living the “good life,” a life spent thinking with others about what it means to be human in a socially complex world.  And Plato’s Republic begins with a very simple question: “What is justice?”  An important question many are still rightfully pondering to this day.  Centuries later, the great medieval philosopher and theologian Thomas Aquinas took this quest to an even deeper level by insisting that success was beatitude, a sort of eternal happiness given only by the grace of God after living a virtuous life.   

Setting aside these important contributions from philosophy and theology alike, success today has taken on a variety of different meanings.  For many, success is measured by a promotion, a six-figure salary, or fame, glory, prestige, and honor.  Still yet, for many, it can also mean raising children to be fully and freely themselves, a healthy marriage, and the personal fulfillment one feels in one’s gut when living out one’s own vocation, whatever that may be.  It can also be a combination of some of the above, or perhaps none of the above. 

Success is also very much a mindset. There are two things I think we should all be particularly mindful of: (1) a “zero-sum game” type of success (e.g., Person 1 is successful only because Person 2 is not) and (2) a “compare and despair” mentality of success.  For starters, I am not at all interested in playing the “zero-sum game” and I will not stoop to such a low level as to enjoy seeing another person fail.  Think about how much better we would all be if we worked together as a team, helping to empower every person in every context to succeed.  Imagine the possibilities of this enriched world!  Moreover, the “compare and despair” mentality is pervasive … amplified, unfortunately, by social media.  It should always be a privilege to share in the joy of another’s success.  But when we become jealous of another person’s success that ought to tell us something about ourselves, which should stop us in our tracks.  Negativity is always a self-fulfilling prophecy and no one enjoys being around a negative person.  Instead of comparing and focusing on what you don’t currently have, focus on what you do have in the present. 

I believe an enduring challenge for all of us is to live in the moment, to focus on the present.  All too often, we desire something that only inhabits the future and we lose proper perspective about what is most real in our lives, which is the very thing we most often miss: the thing that is before our eyes, in our midst, so close we can taste, touch, and feel it.  Like sharing a smile with someone whose name you do not know and taking the time to celebrate the little things that make life so special.  And the list goes on and on. 

When we have those moments of awe and splendor that are only attainable by surrendering to the fast and forward pace of a single second in time, that is desire becoming real in our lives.  And when desire (good and right desire, of course) becomes real, it is then that we have found meaningful success.  Valentine’s Day is a time when we can become attuned to our different desires.  It’s a time when we can step back from the business of life and assess who and what we desire.  It’s a day that invites us to reflect on how our desires are shaping the person we are becoming.  Perhaps most importantly, it’s a day that every person can participate in and celebrate, not just those who are in a relationship.  And this special day of the year means so much more than a dozen red roses or even a box of chocolates could ever possibly convey. 

+ CMJ 

The Beginning is Near!

Our world is pregnant with possibility, despite being suffused with suffering.

One of the hardest things for me to do is to wait.  And waiting in the midst of hardship can be so painfully cruel.  All the time, it seems that we find ourselves waiting.  Waiting for an answer.  Waiting for a better opportunity to emerge on the horizon.  Waiting for new life.  Waiting for new love.  Waiting for a cure.

One of the worst – and easiest – things to do when we are waiting is to grow weary and impatient.  We can grow so weary and impatient that we begin to take matters into our own hands when some things are just simply out of our control.  As someone who loves to take control and make everything right, resigning to the fact that I cannot make everything good and better and perfect is very frustrating.  And so, I sit and wait in frustration.

And frustration begins to put in a wedge in all of my relationships, including my relationship with God.  It is so easy in the midst of our impatience to forget the promise of God’s providence.  God cares for us and loves us in such an incredibly intimate way.  We hear this all the time, but do we lavishly bask in the reassurance that God is with us?

Advent is a season of return as much as it is a season of waiting.  The journey to Bethlehem is a metaphor for our return to God, our acknowledgement that we need God and the gift of salvation that God freely gives us and that we cannot be in control of everything. Advent also invites us to contemplate God as a screaming, crying, vulnerable infant – desperately in need of the love, care, and support of human beings, God’s own flesh and blood.  God is not above and beyond us – but with us every single step of the way.

God waits with us.  When we return to God, we find freedom in the waiting.  The waiting period becomes a gestating period.  And, together, we can give birth to new possibilities that we would have never before imagined.

Our world is pregnant with possibility, despite being suffused with suffering.

Because God is with us, the beginning is near!



Politics (and Ethics) as Servant Leadership


On Friday, October 25th, my plane landed in Washington, D.C. for the weekend of a lifetime.  Just a few weeks earlier, the Democratic National Committee had informed me that I had been honored with the privilege of participating as a Hope Fellow in the Fall 2013 Hope Institute.  I expected it would be an informative and engaging experience in every way imaginable (I was right!), but I did not expect to leave Washington, D.C. feeling so at peace with the calling and purpose of my life.  Though I left exhausted to my very core, I was exhilarated for the promise of our future. 

My decade of Jesuit education instilled in me the value of living as a person for others, with others.  I have always felt and known that my deepest desire is to live in service of others to promote the common good.  But what does such a life look like?  I have the audacity to believe – along with so many of my friends – that I can actually make a difference in this broken, but beautiful world.  But how do I live to make that difference? 

My graduate education in ethics has left me constantly thinking critically about issues of social justice with great concern for those whose voices are unheard, for those who live their lives on the margins of civil society.  The following quote from Audre Lorde animates my reflection on social justice: “There is no such thing as a single-issue struggle because we do not live single-issue lives.”  My graduate education in ethics developed my critical thinking skills surrounding all the issues that are sensitive to people’s lives, including their intersectionality. 

Critical thinking in order to achieve a good and right response to a social justice concern requires acute adaptability and intentional dialogue with a wide diversity of perspectives.  Critical thinking also requires humility and respect.  So does servant leadership.  My two years in graduate school not only taught me how to be a critical thinker, they also formed me to be a servant leader.   And politics is, first and foremost, servant leadership.

So, while reading Martha Nussbaum’s Creating Capabilities: The Human Development Approach the other day, the following line spoke to me in a very profound way: “[i]n the absence of action, rights are mere words on paper.”  The ethicist may spend weeks writing on human rights, but where is the difference being made?  Whose hearts are being changed?  Which social systems are being transformed in the here and now?  The trite saying is correct: actions really do speak louder than words.  

Nussbaum goes on to address the function of government as essential to reifying those rights:  “[f]undamental rights are only words unless and until they are made real by government action.”  Government is good and necessary; it is equipped with the capacity to promote the full flourishing of the human person.  And yet, we know all too well that government is not perfect.  But that does not mean we should give up on government.  Government is not perfect because humans are not perfect.

In other words, we have a lot of work to do – and all in the name of humility and respect. Humility and respect are virtues that every human being – not just our elected officials – could afford to acquire.  And it is with the deepest of humility and respect (and gratitude!) that I continue to live into the calling and purpose of this one wild and precious life I have been given.  I sincerely hope others would do the same. 

+ CMJ 

What Investing in the Future Looks Like

When I first arrived at Loyola University Chicago in August 2007, I had not anticipated that I was about to become a member of an academic community that was so profoundly committed to environmental justice.  Just a few months after I began my undergraduate course of study, the Richard J. Klarchek Information Commons opened its doors to the university community as the first digital library on the Lake Shore Campus.  Towering just a few feet from Lake Michigan, it offers an unobstructed view of one of the most expansive and beautiful lakes in the country.  And even though it’s the ideal place to catch a breathtaking sunrise after pulling an all-nighter during finals week, the Information Commons offers something more.  Every inch of the building was constructed with the environment in mind, leading to its silver-level certification from the Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design (LEED) Green Building Rating System, the nationally accepted benchmark for the design, construction, and operation of high-performance green buildings.

Since the opening of the Information Commons in 2008, many inefficient, aging, dysfunctional buildings have been razed and a series of beautiful, state-of-the-art buildings have been designed and constructed in their place.  Cuneo Hall is one such example, among many others.  Because it was designed to match its tried and true neighbors, Cudahy Science Hall and Dumbach Hall, the building looks as if it has always been there.  But constructing LEED certified buildings is only one part of a pressing solution that demands global participation.  While Loyola has remained committed to building green for over a decade, its commitment to the environment goes far deeper than what its campus indicates.

Last Friday, Loyola opened the doors of the Institute for Environmental Sustainability.  Once again, the university’s commitment to environmental stewardship soared to a new and unprecedented height; a height that goes unmatched in the city of Chicago and throughout the entire Midwest.  The IES will surely draw talent and passion from around the world as dedicated and concerned people come together to collaborate and inspire real solutions to some of the earth’s most pressing problems.  As an alum dedicated to pursuing and enacting social justice – which I learned precisely from my four years at Loyola, no doubt – I am inspired by Loyola’s commitment to serve as one of the environment’s most vocal allies, at least among colleges and universities, in the United States of America and throughout the world.

At its core, a university functions for the service of humanity, for the expansion of knowledge, and for the pursuit of justice. Loyola has committed itself to this and more by expanding its mission to preserve, protect, and promote the earth and its precious resources.  No matter what major one elects to pursue, no matter what career path one chooses, no matter where one studies on campus, every Loyola student will be steeped in the fundamental, deep-seated, critical awareness that the earth’s peril matters a great deal and that every voice, every talent, every contribution – no matter how small – matters.

If I could apply to colleges all over again, I would be even more eager to attend Loyola.  Yes, it’s a beautiful campus that sits right on the shore of Lake Michigan.  Sure, it’s located in a booming metropolis that has much to offer a young student exploring the world on their own for the very first time.  It goes without saying that I would want to study at a place where I am not just a number, but actually count as a person.  But more than all of that, Loyola is a place of palpable energy, excitement, and growth that is unabashedly invested in the future.  And not just its own future, but our shared future – which is to say, the inseparability of the world’s future and the earth’s future.  I would choose Loyola again in a heartbeat, without thinking twice.  Not because of its name or stature, but because of a distinct ethic that pervades and impacts every commitment of the university, the very same ethic that pervaded my own studies and transformed me into becoming the person I am today.




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