We’re watching our country go through the rejection of its political and religious institutions. Why are they important?

This year, as I meditated on my longing, my pregnant hope, I located it on that table, somewhere between the salad and the ravioli, when our imperfect lives came together.

It’s hard to ignore the crushing, emotional response from many of the evangelical movement’s leaders.

As we wake up to the election results, and the news that a large chunk of the voting block were white Christians, we see that the soul of our nation is hollowed and charred.