The Sacred Clutter, The Broken Boat, and the Architecture of Decay

This week, my attention was occupied not by the world’s noise, but by the sacred clutter of my own life: my mother’s declining health, my dog’s unexplained limp, and learning the new craft of podcasting. A year ago, I was a different man. I was diagnosing the hollow decay of my generation and trying to fix spiritual problems with operational plans. My f…