What do you do, then, when you live in a culture that is yours, yet foreign?
In order to be shared, the loaf must be broken.
This type of weather is not only not convenient, it’s dangerous.
Looking into your own child’s eyes as you anoint them (and holding it together) is not something they teach you in seminary.
It’s so like us to assume God has gone somewhere else – that God has left us on our own.
Is my forced exile of the wise men also my act of rebellion against the commercialization (and consumer-ization) of Christmas?
What if we had the courage to stand up to hate? What if we said, “No!” to the false narrative that says this is normal? What if we could learn to choose love?
What are your two truths and a lie?
The accordions are back for World Communion Sunday!
But as green begins to cede its control
(if it ever really had it)
space is made for other voices.