The music gets people in the door. Yolanda Norton’s preaching might be what sticks to their bones.
The questions that plunge me into a cloud of unknowing most often come from my Sunday school students.
Last week in Louisville, I went to church.
“There’s a fire that cannot be extinguished except by justice.”
During the pandemic, our church’s justice work has gone online.
The church can conspire—breathe together—to bring goodness into the world.
Something as big as a plague always remakes the religious landscape.
As Christians, we understand the importance of in-person worship. As APNs, we know how serious COVID-19 is.
Yvonka Hall, Yvonne Pointer, and Frances Mills are beacons of hope in the face of racial disparities.
I hope our little flock survives. But the church is nonessential to God’s redemption of the world.
Early on, I got caught up in the logic of the Spirit—and in the steady beat of black life.
Genuine Christian faith is larger than the US Constitution.
Shortly after his ordination, a home visit unexpectedly throws a new pastor in the deep end.
Kimlyn Bender has produced a reading guide to assist nonspecialists.
The idea of this place is incarnation. When someone here gets sick, so does everyone else.