At home with the Baptists
At my first gathering of Baptists in decades, I found something I didn’t know I was missing: testimony.
Saved by bad art
As AI continues to proliferate, I’ve been inviting my students to create something—anything.
The genders within us
I am more and more convinced that trans people’s gender multiplicity will point us to our collective liberation.
Unrealized potential
It is time for men to embrace our capacity to care for people without applause.
I keep listening for the chorus
My partial hearing loss is teaching me about Advent waiting and finding my place in God’s song.
The rhythm of a difficult song
Recently I reread the Psalms. I could feel the turbulence of the world that gave birth to them.
Why make things?
I couldn’t afford a nice bookshelf, and I couldn’t bring myself to buy a cheap one. So I headed to the hardware store.
Insecurity and the problem of evil
One of my more shameful memories comes from my time coaching youth soccer as a teenager.
The substance of small things I’ve seen
Hope and change mean something different to me now than they did in 2009.
Stretched between life’s verses
The future is scary: we simply don’t know, and it flies toward us anyway.
Being salt
When I got into cooking, it changed the way I understand Jesus’ statement, “You are the salt of the earth.”
Cycling my way to peace
Turning the pedals over again and again, I began to feel the fullness of who I am and how I was made.
What’s special about a church building?
How many buildings do we pass by in our daily lives where we could simply walk in, sit down, and participate?
Can inclusive churches grow and thrive?
When my spouse’s church became more affirming, the major givers left.