Voices
Isaac S. Villegas
Nonviolent crisis response in my city
I wish Durham’s HEART program had existed when my friend Joe was killed.
Brian Bantum
Living by kinship, not consumption
When I’m tempted to click “Add to cart,” I hear creation groaning.
Melissa Florer-Bixler
Extravagant consumption
For Jesus, the inverse of scarcity isn’t abundance—it’s accumulation.
Philip Jenkins
Rose Macaulay was ahead of her time
In Crewe Train, the neglected Anglo-Catholic novelist tells the story of a woman who resolutely does not fit in.
Samuel Wells
Lessons from downsizing my office
As I worked my way through old files and photos, I met with three kinds of sadness.
Julian DeShazier
Reimagining how we reimagine church
We need to end our obsession with novelty and corporate jargon.
Brian Bantum
Transformed by the dog I never wanted
She’s helping me answer the question, “Why this life instead of another?”
Rachel Mann
Falling into metaphor
I heard a variation on the Eden story that offers a new look at Eve.
Isaac S. Villegas
The altar in my attic
My boxes of old sermons are a monument to my church’s ongoing conversation with God.
Debie Thomas
Why and how I believe in miracles
I don’t struggle with their plausibility. I do struggle with their consequences.
Philip Jenkins
Paul’s lost letters
We’ll never know what he wrote to the churches at Jerusalem or Caesarea Maritima.
Heidi Neumark
The strangers who saved my life
When you receive an emergency transfusion, you don’t get to choose who the blood comes from.
Melissa Florer-Bixler
Science fiction writers imagine the way out
Jesus’ parables give us space to see that something else is possible. Writers of new worlds put flesh on these bones.
Julian DeShazier
The well-credentialed pastor
My friend doesn’t want a PhD. He’s getting one anyway.
Alejandra Oliva
The border is everywhere
For example, it runs right through a detention center in Mississippi.
Samuel Wells
The Word became relationship
Christianity is, finally, a story in which communication prevails over violence.
Brian Bantum
The novelist and the theologian
I’m trying to live as Haruki Murakami writes: with questions but not an end in mind.