Freedom and Its Contradictions
Fourth of July festivities, where I live, have already begun. The shocking and randomly timed booms of consumer fireworks remind me that I’m not in
Theresa Latini
July 2, 2015
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Fourth of July festivities, where I live, have already begun. The shocking and randomly timed booms of consumer fireworks remind me that I’m not in
It’s been two weeks now since the massacre at Charleston’s Emanuel A.M.E. church. Two weeks of learning just how apt the name Emanuel is for
By Allison Vander Broek Summer’s in full swing here in Boston. For me, that’s meant hitting the ground running on my dissertation research. Hours scouring
By April Fiet Over the past several months, I’ve become much closer friends with my dermatologist than I ever really wanted to be. From biopsies
By Helen Luhrs When my mom died this winter, I realized the generation of my parents was gone. What I learned from them about faith
Before the terrible shooting in Charleston on June 17, there was no Wikipedia page for the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church. Over the next 36
I am no expert, no theologian, no art historian; but for what it’s worth, I think Tintoretto had it right because the scene must have
“When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child…” Growing up, the story was
I’m excited to welcome Reverend Abby Norton-Levering (Ministries Coordinator at the Regional Synod of Albany) and Reverend Marla Rotman (Pastor at Peace Church in Eagan, Minnesota)