We need to relearn a capacity to dwell in God’s presence.
Woundedness is the predictable price we pay for being sent on outrageous assignments by Jesus.
Her radical final words confounded me for years.
Accepting the call to Black motherhood without averting my eyes from the spectacle of Black death
Christian Smith and Amy Adamczyk’s sociological study offers some clues.
We’re hungrier than ever for physicality, place, and embodiment.
I murmured my prayers, counted my breaths, and got through it.
He says they’re memoirs, but I’m onto him. The Anthropocene Reviewed is more like a collection of sermons.
“The coffee is much better now that we attend a Lutheran church,” I told my husband, wailing.
The Greek word for faith, pistis, isn’t about assenting to beliefs. It’s about trust.