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.
Here he was: prostrate, limp, a huge tube going down his windpipe.
A student of mine went to Tijuana to help. She found she could help the most simply by paying attention.
Growing up, I never heard a word about God laughing, joking, or doing anything for fun.
The poet’s essays are winsome and articulate, wide-ranging and intellectually rigorous.
In God's future, nothing is wasted.
A good pastor looks for the sacred within the ordinary.
I wanted to introduce my students to Muslims, not just to Islam.
The saints are so big on humility that sometimes the line seems fuzzy.