Please don’t judge me, but I am taking a fair amount of pleasure in watching powerful men being publicly called out for their misdeeds.
Selected posts from around our network of affiliated bloggers
Noise and nausea share etymological roots.
We need a place where we can talk about why mass shootings happen.
I'm an Episcopal priest. Why would I have a statue of the Blessed Virgin in my home?
How can we live for the glory of God alone?
In ecumenical relations, there's joy in discovering commonalities. But a deeper connection needs the messy differences.
What kind of church doesn't have Sunday school? An honest one.
I thought I'd have to earn the prisoners' respect in class. Instead they gave it freely.
There's a question that pervades Matthew's Gospel: who's in and who's out?
The olive-wood cross reminded me that Christ's sacrificial love is as close as the palm of my hand. Then I lost it.