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.
If God can be born in the wilderness, God can be born in the dry places of our lives.
I watched the full moon cover mundane scenes with its glow. Isn't this what Advent is about?
Leonard Cohen's spiritual side had an erotic edge—and an eschatological one.
Even if people voted for Trump for economic reasons, they ignored the consequences of their actions on the lives of others.
White Christians have an obligation to face white nationalism head-on.
Understanding an election requires stories. Last night, our stories proved inadequate.
The late-term abortion I chose was the end of a dream.
This man picked a very good moment to remind me of his power.
As a witness to evangelical political engagement since the birth of the Christian right in the late 1970s, nothing surprises me anymore.
Jesus says not to worry about what we will wear. Usually I fail at this.
I inspected the donkey's teeth, though I wasn’t totally sure how this was going to help me.
I move a lot. So did Jesus and the disciples.
In a Century cover story, Katherine Willis Pershey mentions that she infuriated a friend with her beliefs about sex before marriage. That friend was me.