The Christian Century

When my church opened its doors to an immigrant family, we had to reimagine the meaning of sacred space.

She died in her nurse’s arms.

I was diagnosed just after Christmas. It changed my perspective on the incarnation.

When I’m simply present to my own pain, I learn to be present to others’ pain, too.

I’m being tutored in exposure.

It started with a FaceTime call with my grandson.

What would possess me to copy a chapter of the Bible by hand?

My years of experience as an undertaker didn’t make it easier.

I’m the only person he loved the way he loved me.

Last time I woke early, opened the curtains, sat down to pray, and started crying.

What would happen if we listened to each other in love?

I wish we actually valued his dangerous work.

The city felt like it had been sucker punched.

I might or might not be invited back. Either way, there’s no lasting harm.