We can be joined by our suffering, not just separated.
It's a beautiful Sunday morning, until the pastor breaks the mood.
We have forgotten how to dream the land.
The sower just seems to hope that the seeds will find the right kind of soil, while doing little to ensure that is the case.
If it's in the first verse of Romans 5, it must be important to Paul.
I would have been embarrassed, downright ashamed to be associated with gluttons, drunkards, and sinners.
It all starts with poetry.
Matthew 25 is not the only way that Christ appears in our world.
I've experienced Pentecost as sweet, serious, or neither.