The poetry of Genesis 1 invites us into a sort of palliative care for the earth.
Virginia Woolf’s ideal university had no chapel. Mine has more than one.
Nadhe is a longing and a hope, a heaven and a solid place on earth.
How we stopped seeing a destitute “them” and started seeing wicket keepers and off spinners.
We drank wine, danced with abandon, and caught a glimpse of grace.
Creating space for a different kind of engagement
Years before Kandinsky, a Swedish woman created magnificent abstract paintings.
I feared it would last a week. Then came the moment of truth.
I used to have Jeremiah 29:11 in a frame on my wall. I don’t anymore.
Congregations aren’t paradise. They’re communities in which we constantly hurt each other’s feelings.
They’re my students and colleagues. I want to talk with them, not about them.
She came to our events on dementia and faith. She believed we could do better.
What can we see with the light in our eyes?
I don’t have all the answers, but I have a few ideas.
Now it’s my turn to hold the memory of faith for her.