The coronavirus pandemic feels like an unending Holy Saturday
We stay home. We look out for others. We wait—but for what?
We stay home. We look out for others. We wait—but for what?
How do we say yes to the call of this moment?
Loneliness is a public health crisis, too.
My spiritual practices have long been communal ones. I love people—and their presence.
Looking for signs of hope when social distancing keeps us apart
How do ministers lead in unnavigated territory? How do we hold out hope in the face of despair?
At a recent funeral, some churchgoers were surprised by my choice of texts.
What does it mean to be the church when we can’t be together?
Our Sunday Zoom service was deeply moving. It was also a little awkward, but we know how to roll with that.
From the expression on the face of the priest at the Maundy Thursday service, I figured foot washing might be his least favorite activity of the church year. His face was wrinkled in what looked like disgust, as if he had just realized anew that this ritual involved actual feet.