"Sam," the voice on the phone said, simply. I was transported back 25 years.
Yesterday I declined to be the one to put ashes on my own kids' foreheads. Today I sent them back into the violent world we all have made.
One day Bill didn't show up at the church, so we went to find him.
When we give something up, we realize that its goodness doesn't depend on our ownership of it.
"Teens have the ability to do theological reflection and to connect their faith to issues of justice."
I can choose to be in situations where I feel uncomfortable. My students of color can't.
What I found when I looked up today’s date in four daily devotional books