The Christian Century

Someone else should have a turn feeling guilty about not reading Finnegans Wake.

“The history of a church,” one member wrote in an old scrapbook I found, is “an unfolding pageant of life.”

We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: "silence."

I love the Del Parson Jesus. But it's the Monkey Jesus I need now.

The thin cannot say to the fat, "I have no need of you."

Shouting against injustice is harder than lamenting it from afar. But it gets easier.

Turned toward one another in worship, we experience the grace of God's gaze.

Struggling with whether to abandon my Korean name made me think about the queerness in all of our identities.

The Jesuit archives in Rome didn't know if they had the document. But they said I could come look for it.

Thirty years later my petty crime came back to haunt me.