She was a staunch observer of sabbath. It took her death for me to appreciate why.
First Person
The man turned in a visitor card. I pulled up my web browser.
My favorite is a 100-year-old male cottonwood. I call him Grandfather.
The teenager told me she was down to her last option: a hanger.
Six ordained people tell their stories
It got stolen, and I got scared.
Meeting personal money challenges can’t be the responsibility of ministers alone.
My church has Fort Knox-level safety protocols. Why?
My hermeneutic of suspicion wasn’t enough. I needed a hermeneutic of the hip.
I love the church. It's harder to love specific congregations.
One person told me, “It’s the first time I’ve been in a church for 30 years, since that day.”
He leaned back and sighed. “I think what you need is a spiritual experience.”
I wanted to give them better than what I had. It wasn't easy.
Facebook tells me I have 633 friends. Sirach tells me how few of those are faithful friends.
As we hiked the Abraham Path, I realized that every step was inescapably political.
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