By Sarina Gruver Moore I’ve found myself thinking about and appreciating sorrow these days. It’s a deeper and more profound experience than just sadness, but

By Sarina Gruver Moore Let me say first what this post is not: It is not an indictment of women and men who have posted

I fully intended to write a political screed today. Feed the outrage machine. Bait the clicks. Gin up controversy. Hurricanes, earthquakes, mass shootings with assault

What does it mean to be holy? My image of holiness is my grandmother–quiet, kind, gentle, endlessly patient, a servant to all. I can’t remember

Oh baby why you ain’t got no butter hunh? I drive all the way over here for butter, milk, eggs, and now I jus’ denied.

This fall I’ll be teaching a new course–Modern Christian Writers–so all summer I’ve been dipping into Marilynne Robinson, Thomas Merton, Jane Kenyon, and Maurice Manning,

It’s mid-August, which for many of you might mean fresh tomatoes from the garden, green beans to snap and stock in the freezer, corn ripening

Sometimes you believe something first, and then you experience it and feel the full force of your belief. Like parents who long for a child,

I got to church very late last Sunday. So late, in fact, that the minister was leaving the pulpit precisely as I arrived. I know