I’ve become the sort of person who checks her phone constantly. I did not have to go this way.
We are God’s artifacts—beautiful, incomplete, and mysterious.
Under Mussolini, Christian soldiers obeyed orders to target the Ethiopian church.
Buddhist statues and Orthodox icons aren't always symmetrical. Neither are we.
Our identities—gender and otherwise—are shaped by community and God.
The voice contains the power of breath, part divine and part human.
The church of my youth taught me that salvation means having arrived. My Buddhist neighbors showed me otherwise.