33rd Sunday in Ordinary Time (Year C, RCL)

The disciples can barely believe that Jesus is dead, let alone that he has been raised to life once more.

As the women prepared the oil and spices, I think they must have told stories.

The Advent 3 readings present an awkward tension.

No, everything is not fine. But we can help each other envision a better way.

The psalmist is bossy: “Sing to the Lord a new song.”

At this point we’re all into whatever is our way of being together as endemic church.

Given time, things can grow back.

We live between variants; we also live between Advents.

Sometimes someone else has to start singing before we can.

My daughter wants to know. Even as a biblical scholar, I don’t have a good answer.

The first Easter was a wrecked scene of dispirited disciples in the shadows of an insurrection.

Living into the desired new creation is our work—and God’s promise.

Unlike Hillary Clinton’s defeat in 2016, Warren’s defeat came at the hands of her own party.

The authors of 2 Thessalonians saw a painful unraveling within the community, and they responded with urgency.

Jesus’ hearers are well-acquainted with calamity and crisis.

In Luke’s postresurrection appearances, the disciples have to reckon with the traumatic somatic.

The Magnificat rejoices in a God who acts within human history.

Is Isaiah's vision of a peaceful public square a naïve hope?

I'd left the practice of testimony in my childhood church. Then I learned why Luke suggests it when your world is falling apart.