Saint Michael and All angles can be an uncomfortable feast.
Jonathan Daniels and Risking One’s Life for the Gospel
I like many have begun, far later than I have an excuse for, to reckon with the history of what I once called home.
Knowing and Saying Their Names
As I sipped my coffee this morning, my son and husband were hunched over the New York Times. We all were discussing the deliberation of the Derek Chauvin trial. Soon we begin listing the recent cases of police brutality in our country.
Preach the truth as if you had a million voices
In a short life of 33 years, Saint Catherine of Siena never seems to have wasted a moment.
The miter fit her just fine: the Rt. Rev. Barbara C. Harris
Bishop Barbara C. Harris died on March 13th, 2020, where I’m sure God welcomed her with the same words and emotion she shared with a friend upon her entrance into the convention center filled with 8,000 people at her consecration: “What a hell of a welcome!”
On the Feast of Saint Michael and All Angels, We Need These Messengers of Hope
When angels appear to people in scripture the first thing they say is, “Do not be afraid!” And that’s what I need to hear today, on the Feast of Saint Michael and All Angels.
How we talk to our kids about race
“As soon as you’re a parent, you have this fear that you’re going to f*ck it all up.” —Dax Shepard, Armchair Expert, episode 215 Boy, […]
Peter and Paul, Black Lives and Gentile Lives
Black Lives Matter. Saint Peter and Saint Paul disagreed on much, but this, this, they agreed on: black lives matter. Let’s circle back here in a moment.
Striving for Justice and Peace by Putting One Foot in Front of the Other
Fifty-four years ago, my father-in-law set out to walk 220 miles from Memphis, Tennessee to Jackson, Mississippi. Even though the Voting Rights Act of 1965 had passed less than a year earlier, a stronghold of fear still gripped African American voters, especially in the South.
Saint Columba, the Ascetic Life, and Black Lives
Years ago, I helped lead a youth group to Iona, Scotland for a pilgrimage. I remember thinking how great of a gift it was, to travel there in the first place, but also to be celebrating the Eucharist in a chapel at Iona, as well as on its shores.