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Is The Future Hopeless?

Is The Future Hopeless?

The world feels darker these days, doesn’t it? Every day brings a new headline that is seemingly worse than the day before: Politics, disease, war, pollution, terrorism, hacking, natural disasters, school shootings, social upheaval, and a general feeling of fear, rebellion, or outright hatred. The world, it seems, is drifting into darkness. And it makes the best of us wonder, is the future hopeless? I’m writing to tell you that the future is not hopeless. In fact, the future—yours and mine—is brighter than you or I could possibly…

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We Become What We Worship

We Become What We Worship

We become what we worship. That is to say, we emulate—or become like—the people (and things) we most admire. To understand this concept, we have to understand the origins of the word worship. The word worship comes from the Old English worðscip or wurðscip —or worthship—meaning “condition of being worthy, dignity, glory, distinction, honor, renown.” What Does It Mean to Worship? To worship something is to see worth in a person or object. But there is a reciprocal nature to worship. More than anything, people yearn to be respected and…

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The Beauty of Your Brokenness | Kintsugi

The Beauty of Your Brokenness | Kintsugi

This may surprise you, but if you are feeling tired and broken inside then you are probably in a very good place. Don’t get me wrong, a prolonged feeling of brokenness can be unhealthy and damaging—but periodic feelings of brokenness are actually quite necessary for overall growth. We become stronger people when we are forced to reevaluate and rebuild our lives. J.K. Rowling once said that after she had experienced the depths of poverty, “Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.”…

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Hope Changes Everything

Hope Changes Everything

My new novel opens with what I can only describe as a dark, gloomy, and near-hopeless situation. It begins with a newborn baby boy being abandoned in a cemetery—left to die on a cold, October night. But he doesn’t die, and I’ll tell you why.