One day I’m going to travel to a monastery on some remote mountaintop and just be still for a whole week. If you were a gambling man or woman, it would be smart to bet that I wouldn’t make it that long. Going two days without any disruption of any kind sounds amazing, but I think my attempt at respite would be met by delirium. You see, it hasn’t been quiet in my little world for a long time.

It has a lot to do with having little toddlers running around, but even with the absence of miniature me’s and their shenanigans, I would have no problem busying myself. See, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we live in a very loud, busy, claustrophobic-inducing culture.

I ride the New York City subways everyday, which means at any moment I could get a rude shoulder to the chin, a beggar panhandling for a dollar or if I’m lucky, a seat crammed in the corner by the shrieking brakes.

My default position is to insert white earbuds in while Coldplay attempts to take me to an ethereal place. It works for a song or two, but the hustle and bustle of the day overwhelms even the best stanzas.

Inserted into the craziness of the day are things that never existed a decade ago: Blackberries, iPhones, Facebook updates, Twitter tweets,RSS feeds, Hulu, TiVo, spam mail, text messaging. With all these things competing for your precious time, is it any surprise that none of us have time to feed the soul? As Socrates said famously, “An unexamined life is not worth living.”

My blog has a simple mission: to observe how faith intersects with the other parts of our lives. Most of the time it’ll be simple observations, but hopefully, once in a while there will be some level of profundity. Either way, I’m happy to be a part of this community. Here’s to being a part of your intersection.