It got stolen, and I got scared.
Congregations aren’t paradise. They’re communities in which we constantly hurt each other’s feelings.
She came to our events on dementia and faith. She believed we could do better.
I love the church. It's harder to love specific congregations.
The church is made of people. But they need a home.
“The history of a church,” one member wrote in an old scrapbook I found, is “an unfolding pageant of life.”
Amid rising homelessness, congregations are building affordable housing.
Shouting against injustice is harder than lamenting it from afar. But it gets easier.
Turned toward one another in worship, we experience the grace of God's gaze.
A sandwich can be a subversive act.
Churches need volunteers. Those volunteers need something in return.
The birds fly without a designated leader. It takes them about 50 milliseconds to reach consensus.
I was counting on her discretion.
We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: “door.”
The preacher maintains a sacred conversation between God and the congregation.