At first I resented the costly repairs. Then I took a closer look.
The new givers are great. Their comments about why they give are even better.
I want others to know the power of the gospel the same way she does.
The people come, bringing something of themselves. Then they leave.
Peterson never delivered a formula for success. He just wrote about pastoral work and how to live it.
What does it do to the body and spirit to be preyed upon constantly?
I liked this, until I didn’t.
Someone else should have a turn feeling guilty about not reading Finnegans Wake.
“The history of a church,” one member wrote in an old scrapbook I found, is “an unfolding pageant of life.”
I love the Del Parson Jesus. But it's the Monkey Jesus I need now.
The thin cannot say to the fat, "I have no need of you."
Shouting against injustice is harder than lamenting it from afar. But it gets easier.
Turned toward one another in worship, we experience the grace of God's gaze.
Struggling with whether to abandon my Korean name made me think about the queerness in all of our identities.
The Jesuit archives in Rome didn't know if they had the document. But they said I could come look for it.