All of the fault lines dividing us that have been exploited in American culture over the last four years will still be intact no matter when the ballots finish being counted and no matter who wins.
Rallying cry: Christmas in September
In a regular year, last Sunday would have been “Rally Day” at my church.
Finding Phoebe Between Longing and Frustration
For Phoebe, as for many biblical women, we are left to construct and imagine with the barest of scraps of insight.
A Hope-Sustaining and Lovely Time with the Good Book Club
I was pretty clear with myself that I didn’t think it would be an easy practice to take on reading daily scripture together, I was hopeful. And, in fact, it has been a hope-sustaining and lovely time.
Getting Ready to Get Down with the Gospel of John
I had a friend once observe about Lenten disciplines that, while they shouldn’t be used as just another way to try to address our bad habits, there was some comfort in trying out a discipline without the pressure of “forever.”
Advent at 80 miles per hour
How do we observe Advent?
Joachim and Anne, Parents of the Blessed Virgin Mary
Today marks the feast of Joachim and Anne, the parents of Mary and the grandparents of Jesus. They don’t appear in canonical scriptures; lacking source material, generations of Christians have looked for them in themselves.
To See Suffering
A morning not long ago, I was walking my dog in the woods near my house. It was my day off, so I was out later than usual. The summer sun was already high in the sky; light streamed through the trees in the most dazzling way.
God’s Dream of Diversity: Celebrating Pentecost
My daughter has a book about unusual animal friendships. It hits every mark for cuteness: miniature animals, golden retrievers, implausible successe. Rather than being sticky sweet, though, the book offers a generosity of spirit
Parenting: when every day is Palm Sunday
Getting ready for Holy Week, I’m struck, as always, by how jarring the Palm Sunday liturgy is. One minute we’re all shouting “hosanna, hosanna!” (Greek for “save us”) and then the next thing we know, we’re shouting “Crucify him.” It’s emotionally wrenching; hope and expectation give way to fury and fear. No settling in, no probing depths. Our liturgy moves us from place to place, scarcely able to take a breath.