Going to church yesterday as a Christian who was raised Jewish
My visceral grief after the murders in Pittsburgh made me feel like a stranger in my own congregation.
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Nature is my sanctuary but Jesus keeps dragging me back to church
I blunder through life in selfish and stupid ways that no mountain scene—however inspiring—can heal, forgive, or reorient.
Silence in an evil time
An enigmatic verse from the prophet Amos stuck in my soul’s craw.
Believing survivors without physical evidence
I wish the risen Christ hadn’t shown Thomas proof. Women had already testified to the resurrection.
The silence that surrounds parents grief for a baby
“It’s the absolute worst when this happens,” says the man laying gravestones, unable to speak the words baby or dead.