I’ve been thinking about a French horn teacher I once had.
The Century's latest on the coronavirus pandemic
I'm immunocompromised. My ability to attend worship has long been determined by the CDC.
Like many mourners on the front lines of the pandemic, Mary’s body is weighed down with grief.
The people we deem invisible are holding us together right now.
The ACA never attempted the kind of structural reform our health-care system needs.
This year the Solemn Reproaches are speaking to me in a new way.
We stay home. We look out for others. We wait—but for what?
How do we say yes to the call of this moment?
Loneliness is a public health crisis, too.
My spiritual practices have long been communal ones. I love people—and their presence.
Looking for signs of hope when social distancing keeps us apart
How do ministers lead in unnavigated territory? How do we hold out hope in the face of despair?
What does it mean to be the church when we can’t be together?