There are some very important national conversations taking place these days. Few people seem to be saying anything grounded in theology.
Elie Wiesel has died. Reading the obituaries, the thing that astounds me is the thing that has always astounded me: how young he was. Eighty-seven now, in 2016. I’ve been burying World War II veterans throughout my years of pastoral ministry. How could Wiesel only be 87?
Part history and part memoir, this volume gently immerses readers in Jewish traditions surrounding death.
"Look at the birds of the air," said Jesus. Our lives are more akin to the frantic scurrying of rats and the disciplined marching of ants.
The prayers of the people call us. When we answer, we invite the possibility that it is we who will be poor, hungry, sick, and in prison.
In the midst of a procession of well-known stories is an image marking what's been forgotten. That's most of history, isn't it?
What's the biblical God's essential characteristic? According to Cobb, it's the loving care a mother or father gives an infant.
How do you commemorate Christian suffering without reawakening ancient hatred?
Judaism, Christianity, and Islam are connected as older and younger siblings. It's an asymmetrical relationship.
When I was assigned to fourth-grade safety patrol, I relished this first whiff of raw power. Of course, I had no authority whatsoever.