Melissa Florer-Bixler
What hope looks like to one Palestinian
Akram al-Waara sits in a refugee camp and makes art—out of tear gas canisters.
A church made of dust
After each service, I sweep up the dirt, specks of plastic, and tendrils of hair.
God’s nose
When COVID took my sense of smell, I was drawn to the Bible’s description of God’s.
Why I’m not participating in this weekend’s Faith and Blue event for churches and police
The problem isn’t police-community relations. It’s our acceptance of a broken system.
Why my church is done singing David Haas’s songs
It’s not because we don’t believe in grace.
On not getting used to this
My spiritual practices have long been communal ones. I love people—and their presence.
Jean Vanier and the gift of L’Arche
Vanier found fullness of life in those snatched from despair and placed in homes based on mutuality, respect, and care.
The suffering human (Isaiah 52:13-53:12)
Exiled Israel, the crucified Christ, and the thread that holds two interpretations together.
Passed on to us (1 Corinthians 11:23-26)
The church that came before us taught us how to love worship and to care deeply for its vitality and life.
The biblical Amalekites are the Israelites’ enemies—and their kin
Enemies are real. They are also closer to us than we may care to imagine.
April 19, Good Friday (John 18:1-19:42)
When I say the creeds, Pilate’s name stands as a warning back to myself.
April 18, Maundy Thursday (John 13:1-17, 31b-35)
Foot washing expresses John’s vision of communion.
Thinking about the Paul Manafort sentence as a prison abolitionist
Patrick Beadle is serving 12 years after police found medical marijuana in his car. His incarceration doesn't make me feel safer, and neither does Manafort’s.
How Jeff Sessions reads Romans 13 and how my Mennonite Sunday school class does
In the hands of coercive power, the Bible is a weapon.
The gospel according to Kesha
Kesha’s latest album could have been written by Hagar, Tamar, or Ruth.
A garden for others
The morning after the House passed its health care bill, my daughter and I planted some seeds.
“They brought to the Pharisees…”
Naming sexism as sexism is not a failure to engage diverse views.
Holy crumbs for a holy world
As the children make their way out the door, trails of leftover communion bread go with them.
Children at the grave: Making space for grief
For career day at my daughter's school, I brought pictures of some of the things pastors do. The students were mostly interested in the funerals.