Our spiritual lives are like kintsugi pottery—mended with gold leaf along the cracks.
Selected posts from around our network of affiliated bloggers
We’re preconditioned for self-gain and not for self-sacrifice. We need God’s help not only to do better but to want to do better.
In a world of whittled attention spans, perhaps the greatest gift I can offer my children is also the simplest.
Tsunetomo and Thurman both say death is not to be feared for those who understand their purpose in life.
He shows me a ceramic ram, duck, and eagle: “At night I see them wrestling with each other.”
Perhaps no one really believes giving up coffee or cookies forgives their sins. But do we see a Lenten discipline as an act of will?
A historian contacted us about a tour of sites where mobs had lynched people—including the locust tree across from our sanctuary.
Mystics understand what moralists do not: God pulls us like a magnet to our essence.
The local clergy conversation turned to nostalgia about our so-called Christian past. I asked the Buddhist priest next to me what he thought.
It's not like paying more taxes would change a billionaire’s quality of life.