I lit the candles, opened the doors, picked up a handful of bulletins, and stood at the entrance. I smiled at a group of 15 students. One waved and then they turned and walked to the grocery store.
First Person
You were thrilled to enter the crawl space, but also frightened. There was a chance of snakes.
On the seventh floor of Hogwarts, Harry Potter and his friends discover a magical room. My church contains such a room.
My ecclesiastical criminality has been going on for 45 years. It all started at a Trappist abbey in Virginia.
Spent all day and deep into the evening Saturday at a wedding, studying the ways and means and manners by which people gently touch each other, and so communicate this and that and the other thing.
In Texas, even pastors are carrying.
For career day at my daughter's school, I brought pictures of some of the things pastors do. The students were mostly interested in the funerals.
I used to read Ephesians 4 and get that vague, warm glow we Mennonites feel when we see the word peace. Now the passage stops me cold.
Every valley shall be exalted—but when?
How can theology be black if the sources used for its explication are derived primarily from the white Western theological tradition?
A vigorous, eloquent reply to criticism expressed by a group of eight clergymen.
A world-famous evangelist offers a personal account of the failures, triumphs and developments of mind and faith marking his career during the past decade.
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