I knew Sunday worship wasn’t viable. But what about weekdays?
I was outraged. I wanted to burn it all down. I wanted to pray.
An incident in Germany reminded me who we all belong to.
I had to make room for conversations of thanks, forgiveness, love, and good-bye.
Dealing with our community’s real issues
When unremitting human sin is something I expect, I can face evil without despair.
The children here are gaunt and listless. They are running out of time.
None of us wants it to end, because we know we'll never see each other again.
I see love incarnate in suffering flesh, a body bearing a body in pain for love.
Most of us don’t fear death so much as the process leading up to it.
She was a staunch observer of sabbath. It took her death for me to appreciate why.
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