I didn’t know how to answer, but I do know that the gendering of God has real-world consequences.
My mother grew up in a violent home. But violence was not the totality of her life.
Lately I find myself returning to the writing of Brian Doyle.
“If it can’t be happy, make it beautiful.”
I think Jesus learned his prophetic ministry from his mother.
The stark liturgical space that Harvard Episcopal chaplain Rita Powell envisioned before COVID is now a reality.
There is a parable here of half-hidden faces, wounds, and a lack of love.
We know how to wield a sword, but nobody taught us how to cultivate a field.
I experience God through the embodied community of faith—and I miss it.
At St. Martin-in-the-Fields, we’re living through beautiful, nightmarish days.
Who keeps us safe? the crowd cried out. We keep us safe!
Evagrius Pontus and Howard Thurman knew God as simultaneously far and near.
The question “what are we for?” takes on new meaning these days.
These times call into question the nature and morality of power.
Finding peace with neighbors, ourselves, and God