They were black, Latino, and white. They were whispering and laughing together.
Dwelling in the edgelands can help us find what’s most hidden.
We are God’s artifacts—beautiful, incomplete, and mysterious.
Buddhist statues and Orthodox icons aren't always symmetrical. Neither are we.
In our current political climate, the preacher struggles to say something both unifying and prophetic.
We need the prophets to unmask power’s seductions.
Intolerance won the vote, but St. Martin's witnesses to a different reality.
Self-realization is possible only in relation to a reality beyond the self.
An insight I gleaned from Ernest Hemingway rings true for the mainline church today.
People read J. K. Rowling’s books as if they were scripture. What if they were?