My hand on my heart is a sign I make in honor of those who died in those places. To remind myself that they were

Sometimes we need to leave the broken pieces behind.

They just keep singing. In the midst of the shock and devastation, their voices find each other, and they find the songs that they know.

When my writing crosses the line into sentimentality, I am taking more than half, by which I mean that I am doing my own emotional

Praise God that even though specific manifestations of the church will fail us, the body of Christ at fresh times and new places will meet

What if we took our richest theological gains and counted them but loss? What if we let the vastness of the moment pour contempt on

Spiegel im Spiegel – German for “Mirrors in the mirror.” An infinity of mirror images repeating themselves. Have you stood in the space between the

Each person is a person, capable of both good and evil – which is humbling to think about as we look at our own lives

As I thought about the life span of the couches of decades past, I considered that this upcoming couch might be the second to last