The Christian Century

As I lie awake, it seems right to join those who address God with different names than I use.

To insist on a narrative of forgiveness is dehumanizing and violent. It goes against the very nature of lament.

What deep desire do my sourdough starter and jade clippings represent?

Last week in Louisville, I went to church.

During the pandemic, our church’s justice work has gone online.

I hope our little flock survives. But the church is nonessential to God’s redemption of the world.

Shortly after his ordination, a home visit unexpectedly throws a new pastor in the deep end.

The idea of this place is incarnation. When someone here gets sick, so does everyone else.

I almost always find something good that I didn’t know I needed.

We’re too often blind to what God sees.

Call their names. Tell their stories. Confess our role.

After the resurrection, the disciples’ words failed too.

What am I to make of your singular desire for milk?

I'm standing by Lake Michigan for the first time, but it already knows me.