Come to think of it, Miss P proposes instead that Canada take over the US. All the US states could become nice Canadian provinces, and

The decision has been made to stop the work of USAID for 90 days. That’s what’s haunting me, keeping sleep from my eyes.

Picture this scene. It’s the late 1980s. My wife and I are co-pastoring a small church in a rural hamlet in upstate New York. We

I imagined that mom and dad gathering their children in their camp in Pakistan. “It is time. We are going to Iowa.”

You cannot understand properly the final challenging things Bishop Budde said directly to the President without hearing the whole sermon.

Who am I when I cannot manage the small details of life? Where are my car keys? The grocery list?

There is divine mystery woven into the fabric of human existence:

Does the religious landscape point to secularization or to the growing influence of religion or something in between?