He was exonerated—but the state refused to pay him for his 30 years on death row.
What to do with that stack of old Bibles (or that stack of old issues of the Century)?
A missed flight, a cheap motel, and a mushy apple
As I drive past boarded-up churches, I am more convinced than ever that many congregations could afford to revisit their neighbor ethic.
In America, we cherish the inalienable right to have things our way.
The cross is anything but a success story. Failure and disappointment are at the heart of Christianity.
Those of us who sought to change the congregation's communion practice met with indifference. So late one Saturday I took matters into my own hands.
My friend the public defense attorney doesn't teach her clients to evade error. She helps them acknowledge it—and stop pretending.
When I was assigned to fourth-grade safety patrol, I relished this first whiff of raw power. Of course, I had no authority whatsoever.
An eccentric existence is one where God forms the center of life, becoming the axle of our self-understanding.
After sharing laudatory remarks about Nai-Wang Kwok, the YDS dean invited him to respond. I have thought a lot about the three sentences Kwok said before he sat down again.
A tall stack of books on the floor of my bedroom greets me each morning. Its very presence is exhausting.
The traveler eats whatever food is placed before her; she aims to learn as much of the language as possible. A tourist sacrifices less.
I keep a 36-inch utility shovel in my church office. I use it to dig the graves that hold the cremains of our congregation's saints.
A poor person looking up at my residence could mistake it for one of the barns belonging to the rich man Jesus talked about—the one who didn't know his soul was buried beneath all that corn and sorghum.
Moral concern usually begins when one person makes an effort to become, in some measure, one with the other. Privilege impedes this.
Where there is no center—or where we become the center—the circumference of life disappears.
After my wife’s brain aneurysm
I knew life was a gift to be shared, not a possession to safeguard, even before my wife collapsed on the kitchen floor. But it was abstract knowledge then.
The importance of pastoral evaluations
Some churches have well-developed processes of assessment, support, and goal setting. Others have no review mechanism whatsoever.
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