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There’s a bagel shop near my daughters’ school where I sometimes grab a cup of coffee while killing time between appointments. I’m not sure how many times I had passed through the shop’s glass doorway before I finally noticed a sticker that someone had stuck there at eye level.

It’s common to confuse ministry leaders with Jesus. We can see ourselves in Judas’s question to Jesus, “How is it that you will reveal yourself to us, and not to the world?” Why do we have to carry the message?

"Narcissists can be inspiring. Whether they are creative or destructive depends on their philosophy."

In Acts 9:36-43, we read again how the power that Jesus had has been imparted to the disciples. In Acts we've already read about the lame and sick and demon-possessed being healed by the disciples. They're doing amazing things. But in this story we read about Peter raising Tabitha from the dead. 

While the apostles welcome Matthias into his new role, I want to sit with Barsabbas, the one who was rejected.

Both Cruz and Trump say the U.S. needs special surveillance of Muslims. This is precisely the wrong conclusion to draw from terrorism in Europe.

Matt talks to Julian DeShazier, pastor and hip-hop emcee, about being an artist-preacher, churches nurturing their youth’s talents, and the pastor as custodian.

Oh, I don't believe that title. It's clickbait. I admit it. Mea culpa. Justice matters, deeply and significantly, for anyone who cares about what Jesus taught or about the explicitly stated intent of Torah. It's just that ... well ... social justice does not provide the teleological framework that integrates me existentially. 

Peanut allergies are rare in Africa, where children are exposed early and often to a variety of microbes that we might regard as old friends.

The rise of megachurches has created a larger public role for some churches—even as it has signaled the loosening hold of organized religion.

"I dream of walking the streets of Damascus," sighed a Syrian refugee whose radio interview I heard on my evening commute. His voice trailed off into a wistful silence. I had been engrossed in his story, but at the interview's end, my mind connected the refugee's lament and longing for a Damascus road story of long ago.

Even if increased equity were to involve a slightly smaller pie, the resulting social order may be preferred. When poverty declines, the social costs of poverty fall, and despair is replaced by hope.

Within a decade, a sixth of the world's Catholics will be African—yet the continent has few canonized saints. This is starting to change.

This morning I started reading an(other) article about how the Internet is destroying our brains and rendering us incapable of paying sustained attention to anything for longer than 45 seconds, but I ended up musing about the honor of being called a sinner. An unlikely trajectory of reflection, perhaps, but I’ll try to explain myself.