Do we really want God to live with us in a poisoned and degraded world?
On the way to the soup kitchen, I met a man with a loaf of bread.
I should have known better. Grandma had nine decades under her belt of doing things her way.
I move a lot. So did Jesus and the disciples.
We asked readers to write on the theme "feast." Here are the most compelling entries.
“Teacher, tell my brother to divide the family inheritance with me.” Most of us can identify with that request. It’s only fair: each member should receive their own portion of a family’s wealth when the time comes to divide it. But Jesus doesn’t seem to care about fairness.
I asked an older English woman who left the church long ago why she now wants to come back. Her response made the color drain from my face.
We like to think of our congregations as families. That's a powerful thing—but it can also be exclusive and off-putting.
A man stumbled into church drunk and bleeding from his hand. "I have hepatitis C," he said. I remembered this as I read Richard Beck's book Unclean.