When I read Falwell’s comments devaluing people who are poor, I thought of my encounters with Ted.
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Why can’t our image-conscious letters include family fights, foreclosures, and job anxiety?
My class had struggled with the psalmists calling on God to kick in the teeth of their opponents. Then we got to the 94th Psalm.
Having my birthday in Advent makes me wonder: What if Jesus had grown old and dealt with changes like hearing loss?
Attacks on Jewish people, like attacks on African Americans, place a mirror in front of our culture and religion.
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.