After Moises was killed, his brother asked us to write to the American official who denied his asylum claim.
In Greece, I saw people offer what little they had to share: child care, use of their showers, food.
White Christians supported Trump by large margins. They should be careful what they accept in return.
Giving up donuts for the sake of cholesterol didn’t bring me closer to God. But it did teach me something about sacrifice.
No president knew the literature and religion of America better—not even Lincoln.
Trump isn’t Hitler. Still, the Confessing Church models how we might respond to the new president.
There’s a time for reconciliation, for prayers for unity and healing. This is not such an hour.
The church of my youth taught me that salvation means having arrived. My Buddhist neighbors showed me otherwise.
Luke seems to know that some stories need to be told with music.
Because my yearning comes from somewhere, and that somewhere must be you.