Like goslings, we tend to attach ourselves to the wrong things—like political parties.
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Peter W. Marty reflects on signs of grace and explores Christian witness
Fear is a terrific uniter, but it's a strange way to carve out a Christian life.
The GOP congressman has sent nearly 12,000 letters to Americans whose loved ones died in the war he voted to authorize.
All knowledge is communal, but that's easy to forget.
The birds fly without a designated leader. It takes them about 50 milliseconds to reach consensus.
The Hebrew Bible's instruction to love the neighbor appears only once. “Love the stranger” appears more than 35 times.
In occupied Paris, Yo-Yo Ma's father memorized Bach violin sonatas by day so he could play them during the blackout each night.
When we fall in love with our own moral positions, we lose sight of how to stand up against evil.
In the New Testament, the word door has many meanings.
What began as respect for the Second Amendment has morphed into a colossal idolatry of lethal weapons.
It's Lent, and we all know what that means: time for limericks.
How do we retool after we speak irreverently or caustically?
Faith doesn't take away our suffering. It promises we're not alone.
If I were to put up a plaque at church, I’d want it to honor our crew of sextons.
If you haven't noticed, a lot of people are finding that worship doesn't fit their schedule.