During seminary, I spent my summer breaks building bridges.
In Mark 5, a hemorrhaging woman meets a permeable savior.
It was easy for me to get to Greece. But Europe's system of borderless travel only applies to some.
Nine trans Christians tell their stories.
As the children make their way out the door, trails of leftover communion bread go with them.
We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: "power."
All hands join in to get 40,000 pungent cloves into the ground.
As I lifted the chalice, the baby began to play soccer under my ribs.
At first I found the "little flower" insufferable. Then I read her unedited writing.
The More-with-Less cookbook called for responsible eating long before it was cool.