My husband commented that the umbilical cord stretched across the generations. I don’t think he knew how spot on he was.

The Wonderful World of Disney became OK to watch after the evening service, though no explanation for the change was ever suggested.

On a severe January morning like this one. They wrestled him to the ground. Beat him. Pepper-sprayed him. And shot him 10 times.

Anger can only move us so far before it consumes us or those around us.

Some of those words are words we already know: I’m sorry. I love you. You are welcome here. Here’s some dinner. I’m here for you.

I offer you a moment to breathe. Ruach. A moment to practice. A moment not to drown out the noise, but to live within it.

Inviting young adults into justice-centered work not only recognizes their voices, it shows them a church that genuinely cares about the mission of Jesus.

I stayed in the room the next night. My family was right—he was fantastic. Besides his obvious talent, what made him fantastic was his humility.

As a oncer, I wasn’t privy to the rather smug, insider adage. “Oncers become nonecers.” I’m glad to say, I’m counterevidence.