Steven Salido Fisher holds a BA in political science from the University of Notre Dame and an MDiv from Harvard Divinity School. Raised between the forest preserves of Chicago and the parks of Mexico City, Steven's dual roots manifest themselves in a love of color, storytelling and the outdoors. Previously a hospital chaplain, today Steven writes for a faith-based environmental nonprofit alongside his commitments as an illustrator and beekeeper.
The new book (R)evolutionary Hope: A Spirituality of Encounter and Engagement in an Evolving World weaves together scholarly insights, personal anecdotes and an examination of the complex political landscape of the contemporary U.S. Catholic Church.
In his work as a pediatric hospital chaplain, Steven Salido Fisher learned that when people suffer, clinging to a glib idea of 'God's plan' matters less than simply holding a compassionate presence.
I've been thinking about hearts, their great diversity of shapes, sizes and sounds. My thoughts turn to God's creative whimsy. And when a heart ceases to beat, a piece of what God envisioned fades away and is lost.
At the Celstrum Biosphere Reserve, I was enchanted by the symphony of biodiversity and the protection this ecosystem offered to migratory species seeking refuge far from their now dangerous homes.
The film unfolds in response to the grief behind Geppetto's isolation, breaking through the weight of paternal expectations and praising the hard work of loving someone for who they are rather than for who they can become.
A honeybee hive needs at least 60 pounds of honey to survive the winter. In this way, all their hoarding of honey from summer blooms has a purpose. With only 38 pounds of honey, I worry about my beehive.
Perspective: A tamed nature is not what I ask of the honeybees to be in their company. Allowing them to be wild does not change the fact that I love them — on some days, even envy them.
Perspective: I'm writing because it's been three months since Rodolfo died. I write to show you a complicated, extraordinary life. I want to reveal what I know of that life to you and how it ended.
Perspective: The story of La Virgen de Guadalupe as I know it begins at my abuela's bedside, where, as my siblings hummed Santa Marias beside me, I'd slouch my posture and begin counting the stars on La Virgen's cloak.
