As the children make their way out the door, trails of leftover communion bread go with them.
As I lifted the chalice, the baby began to play soccer under my ribs.
Matt grew up in the Episcopal Church. One Sunday he appeared at the altar—with his arms crossed over his chest.
Those of us who sought to change the congregation's communion practice met with indifference. So late one Saturday I took matters into my own hands.
My ecclesiastical criminality has been going on for 45 years. It all started at a Trappist abbey in Virginia.
Few secrets are as devastating as those that make us rethink our identity. Heidi Neumark discovered one when her daughter Googled their name.
Sacramentality is the breath of Christian life—life that springs from the sacraments and life that yearns to return to them.
As I came to the first student and his family, kneeling with outstretched hands, suddenly someone took out a phone and snapped a picture.
One of the prevailing myths in North America’s mourning-avoidant culture is that within a relatively brief time after a loved one dies, we will want and receive closure. Living in liminal space and profound pain, we yearn to end such grief, to lose the sense that we’re on the bridge to nowhere. After our 25-year-old daughter Krista died while volunteering in Bolivia, as parents we heard the term often.
People are looking to their computers, tablets, and phones for sacred moments. How are churches responding?