After college, my friends and I chased fulfillment like it was the Holy Grail.
Peer-led discussions among young Muslims, Christian experiments in communal living, and pop-up Shabbat meals embody common yearnings.
If you have to choose between offering false hope and the truth, go with the truth.
Good Friday gives way to Easter. We live our lives on Holy Saturday.
The preacher maintains a sacred conversation between God and the congregation.
On the feast of St. Paul's conversion, Google kept reminding me that it was also Virginia Woolf's birthday.
"Sam," the voice on the phone said, simply. I was transported back 25 years.
Sin distorts the reciprocity for which God made us.
It's not exactly a spiritual gift.
In a course on contemplative prayer, I assigned just six books—and we read them each twice.