baptism
This might mean changing the order of certain elements.
We say these words a lot. Lately I’ve noticed what it looks like when we follow through.
Jesus knows he’s part of a history, a people’s longing and dreams.
John the Baptist's world and ours
The church's holy, subversive possessions
Ben Dueholm offers a humble apologetics—of faithful actions, not beliefs.
The Red Sea, the baptistery, and the birth canal
What do our baptismal vows have to do with safety?
Each January the lectionary invites us to remember the invisible network of faith.
Willie James Jennings writes about tangible things—bodies, incarceration, healing—with graceful language that’s hard to pin down.
What makes a family?
We tend to think biology matters, and matters very much—except when we don’t.
Denominational meetings can be difficult. My Sunday school class reminds me what's at stake.
I had work to do the other day, but I set it aside to reread Elie Wiesel’s Night as a way to mark the great man’s death and remember his life. While I was struck by passages I anticipated, like his account of how his belief was shattered upon seeing the furnaces of Auschwitz—“Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever”—it was an unexpected line that caught me, given a current news story I’d been following.
When I parked the minivan in the church lot, it still sounded like the type of horror we have had no choice but to become stoic about: 20 dead in a bar, as many more wounded, a dead shooter and a thicket of questions. By the time I returned it had become something different.
At St. Peter's, the font beckons Detroiters to wade into freedom—while the bottled water around it brings to mind the principalities and powers.