We’ll crack apart. We’ll change.
Why I’ve chosen Michele Madigan Somerville's Glamourous Life as my Lenten companion.
Each tree in my neighborhood is the tree of life.
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.