What am I to make of your singular desire for milk?
Life of Faith
I'm standing by Lake Michigan for the first time, but it already knows me.
We are urged into the desert of retreat, and we are afraid.
I’ve been thinking about a French horn teacher I once had.
Maybe Christianity’s best appeal is its courage in the face of all that wounds, rips, and ravages.
I'm immunocompromised. My ability to attend worship has long been determined by the CDC.
For Jennifer Ayres, it’s crucial to name our ecological identity and responsibility.
The Book of Lamentations resonates with the stories of oppressed immigrants and refugees.
We stay home. We look out for others. We wait—but for what?
How do we say yes to the call of this moment?
Loneliness is a public health crisis, too.
My spiritual practices have long been communal ones. I love people—and their presence.
Looking for signs of hope when social distancing keeps us apart
How do ministers lead in unnavigated territory? How do we hold out hope in the face of despair?
At a recent funeral, some churchgoers were surprised by my choice of texts.