Can inclusive churches grow and thrive?
When my spouse’s church became more affirming, the major givers left.
The patron saint of in-between things
Having grown up as a Black-mixed kid, I can relate to Moses’ upbringing as not quite Hebrew and not quite Egyptian.
No longer Black or White?
Perhaps the neither/nor of Galatians 3 isn’t really about moving beyond specific identities.
Can dead things live again?
When the widow in Luke 7 sees her son revived, she isn’t thinking about biology.
Living by kinship, not consumption
When I’m tempted to click “Add to cart,” I hear creation groaning.
Transformed by the dog I never wanted
She’s helping me answer the question, “Why this life instead of another?”
The novelist and the theologian
I’m trying to live as Haruki Murakami writes: with questions but not an end in mind.
Did God intend for Adam and Eve to live forever?
Maybe immortality is about more than not being dead.
The roots of my deconstruction
The cracks in my faith came slow, like when plants grow under concrete.
The way to change history is to live out your story
When seismic shifts unseat us, it’s the ordinary that puts us back together again.
White supremacy’s wee little men
Zaccheus doesn't mind the indignity of scrambling up a tree, as long as he’s on top.
My spouse is also my pastor
During the pandemic, I’ve realized how much I rely on her as a proxy for my faith.
A psalm of waiting as the pandemic continues
All plans feel like grass withering in the sun these days.
Is there no other prophet to consult?
Amid our dying empires and institutions, we might recall the story of King Ahab.