I've experienced Pentecost as sweet, serious, or neither.
Monday lectionary email, archived here on Friday.
At the airport, waiting to put her on the plane, we cast our shared anxiety on God.
Will we be a people who wait for the promises of God with open hearts?
Paul's approach in Athens is refreshing.
When we read biblical narratives, we tend to imagine ourselves as the protagonist.
On Good Shepherd Sunday, it's tempting to wander there beside the still waters.
Whoever he is, he’s as upset as the 12-turned-11.
The disciples don't believe Mary—or do they?
The phenomenon of women in groups, in community, has been near the front of my mind for some time.
They stand witness, watching in agony at his agony.