While we're looking for escape, God comes near.
Life of Faith
A nine-year-old at my church wants to know.
I don’t know if this is the pandemic’s end game. I do know that new things are already being born in us.
Listening to the poorest and most dislocated, Susan J. Dunlap hears the music of faith.
We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: “Quake.”
In St. John of the Cross’s poetry, the dark night is also a night of profound, even ecstatic beauty.
That God would fight for Israel is meant to elicit horror.
I followed COP26 from a distance. Other Christians showed up in Glasgow and asked God to intervene.
The vulnerability of the newborn Christ challenges our inclination to play God.
How a year overseas unraveled and remade Sarah Hinlicky Wilson’s identity
So why didn’t I want to introduce my Methodist congregants to them?
Who do I pay attention to who may be prophetically controversial today?
What exactly is it about the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ that says “tiara romance”?
What is the story within the story that we need to hear anew?
My Grandma Violet was the black sheep of our family. I think of her when I pray.