A hospice chaplain writes about facing pain without flinching.
Giving up donuts for the sake of cholesterol didn’t bring me closer to God. But it did teach me something about sacrifice.
My friend Angie’s life is crippled by compulsive acts of decontamination.
I’ve become the sort of person who checks her phone constantly. I did not have to go this way.
As I marched alongside sisters, mothers, and daughters, I remembered how my religious upbringing robbed me of my ability to love.
Every week, Cameron visited the lonely and afflicted. Now I’m visiting him.
During seminary, I spent my summer breaks building bridges.
Anyone with a complicated life and family—all of us—will find a home in Susan Silverman’s story.
There’s a time for reconciliation, for prayers for unity and healing. This is not such an hour.