On Saturdays at First Presbyterian, the congregants know good jazz when they hear it. But the event is first of all a church service.
Highlight at church yesterday: a small boy, age four or so, crawling ever so deftly and silently out of the front rows, and getting all the way to the edge of the proscenium.
The priest faces inward, toward liturgy and the sacraments. The layperson faces outward, toward everything else—everything.
Populism is a predictable recurring feature of any society that is unwilling or unable to be as democratic as it claims to be.
Encounters with God happen, and they are known by their liberating effects. How can confirmation class support such encounters?
"Maybe 5 percent of refugees are ever resettled. Meanwhile, human life is always more than survival."
Harvesting wild greens always returns me to our species' hunter-gatherer roots. Not so long ago, this is what people did the world over.
At St. Peter's, the font beckons Detroiters to wade into freedom—while the bottled water around it brings to mind the principalities and powers.