Attacks on Jewish people, like attacks on African Americans, place a mirror in front of our culture and religion.
Selected posts from around our network of affiliated bloggers
My visceral grief after the murders in Pittsburgh made me feel like a stranger in my own congregation.
I blunder through life in selfish and stupid ways that no mountain scene—however inspiring—can heal, forgive, or reorient.
An enigmatic verse from the prophet Amos stuck in my soul’s craw.
I wish the risen Christ hadn’t shown Thomas proof. Women had already testified to the resurrection.
“It’s the absolute worst when this happens,” says the man laying gravestones, unable to speak the words baby or dead.
During the groaning evil of the Thirty Years War, a pastor wrote the hymn “Now thank we all our God.”
In the messy web of identity and associations, I’m weary of arguing about beliefs, practices, and labels.
Whatever else the Kaepernick ad is, it's a symptom of the confusion that characterizes our cultural moment.
Is our outrage only creating a sense of justice for ourselves?