Does the trajectory of your religious life look like Paul’s? Mine doesn’t, and not just because I never worked the coat closet at a stoning.
In my household, when we find ourselves really angry with each other, we begin to compose elaborate prefaces for our sentences.
Sometimes, Easter comes a little too soon.
Maybe you, like me, are surprised to see Pamela Anderson in a Christian education blog.
Have you ever googled someone—or yourself, of course!—only to discover a whole lot of other people, in other countries and states, with the same name?
What is our relationship to this fragile Earth, our island home?
Take a moment, and think of one of your heroes.
I first learned of Stephen, as I suspect many of us do, via Wenceslas and his walk over deep, crisp, and even snow. In that lovely song, Stephen serves largely as the backdrop for an allegory about kingship.
When we offer nighttime prayers at our house, we always include a section of ‘thank you, God’.
To arrive at Pentecost, we should go through the Tower of Babel. The arrival of the Holy Spirit rhymes with that story on purpose—so let’s take a moment and follow a story we might not have thought about in years.