As a child, I testified every Sunday morning. I can’t do it anymore.
Epiphanies flare up and fade. How can we keep them in our everyday vision?
What two drastically different messages from parishioners taught me
How American hostility toward Muslims has shaped my pastoral vocation
This time of year, our inner landscapes can seem as bleak as the outer ones.
A seasonal practice: cultivate the patient gaze to describe life as we find it.
Since my son’s accident, everything I understand about hope has changed.
On World Communion Day, I sat in the balcony. The view was stunning.
What use are boundaries when you’re sitting with a friend who is about to die?
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