We are flakes of snow; we are notes vanishing in the air.
We’ll crack apart. We’ll change.
Lent beckons us to claim those forgotten things we’d packed away.
Why I’ve chosen Michele Madigan Somerville's Glamourous Life as my Lenten companion.
My spiritual practices have long been communal ones. I love people—and their presence.
Discipleship-as-self-improvement doesn’t much resemble the way of Jesus.
I got my two weeks of groceries. But the CDC offers no wisdom on preparing the soul.
A student of mine went to Tijuana to help. She found she could help the most simply by paying attention.
It's Lent, and we all know what that means: time for limericks.
When we give something up, we realize that its goodness doesn't depend on our ownership of it.
Sin distorts the reciprocity for which God made us.
Isaiah 50:4-9a (Psalm 31:9-16); Philippians 2:5-11; Luke 22:14-23:56 or Luke 23:1-49
Isaiah 50:4-9a (Psalm 31:9-16); Philippians 2:5-11; Mark 14:1-15:47
We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: “wilderness.”
Pontius Pilate shows us what happens when the historical and the eternal intersect.