Scripture is filled with sexual violence. So, we learned, are our own lives.
It’s difficult to study the phylogenetic tree and still feel lonely.
The Bible provided some healthy agitation as we built coalitions to literally set the captives free.
We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: “spark.”
What my bad sermons made bland, our sanctuary made sweet.
My feet hurt. To distract myself, I'm recalling my professional failures.
I have the freedom to say yes to things again. And I still have the freedom to say no.
Why does this sound strange to people?
Is V. velella a colony or an individual? When does sharedness dissolve into oneness?
The ecumenical leader who talked me out of burning my ordination certificate
Merton has been my spiritual companion, but as a Black woman, I have questions for him.
We are flakes of snow; we are notes vanishing in the air.
We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: “Drop.”
Teaching online made me realize my goal is to teach them to think, not to teach them to think like me.
Their presence brings strength to those still fighting and grieving.