We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: “threshold.”
We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: “Scrap.”
My brother’s work paved the way for many LGBTQ Christians.
As the Soviet Union crumbled, the West sent French fries.
Sometimes it’s boring. Sometimes it’s thrilling. Sometimes it makes me cry.
When my arm is stretched out and blood is trickling out of me, I find myself thinking of Jesus.
The Sunday I decided to tell the truth about my miscarriage.
The only thing it lacked was a desert—so the monks imagined one.
Faith and water conservation in the desert
If anything had an honest answer, it would be the canyon’s cool indifference and heartbreaking beauty.
How a rare books collection in Cairo expanded into a center for scholarship and interfaith conversation
His advice: be yourself, be underprepared, be weird.
The Spirit’s presence often feels like winter’s dry wind.
How do I teach my children to care for an ailing world?
Stuck in the throes of a chaplain’s crisis, I leaned on the everlasting arms while consulting the ancient dharma.