Freedom in Dust
Ash Wednesday is one of my favorite days. I welcome Ash Wednesday every year because it feels like a deep breath of solemn honesty. This
Ash Wednesday is one of my favorite days. I welcome Ash Wednesday every year because it feels like a deep breath of solemn honesty. This
I think it was sometime in high school while taking German that I began to make the (obvious) connections between Mardi Gras and Ash Wednesday/Lent.
I am of the considered opinion that no one cares how busy other people are. I don’t. I sit in meetings and someone says, “I’m
Almighty God, whose kingdom has come with power, and whose apostles saw its glory in the resurrected One: Grant that we, who have not seen
Ok, Valentine’s Day. A couple topics naturally come to mind. We could meditate on the saint himself and how his somewhat obscure record came to
I first heard of Nonviolent Communication (NVC) at a time in my life when, unbeknownst to me, I greatly needed the peace, connection, and community
I’ve been laid low by the flu. So today I commend to you two things that you may have missed–and should take a moment to

Margaret Thatcher, the former Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, died on April 8, 2013. To the extent I can recall, she was celebrated for

In the spirit of Black History Month and the year-round realities to which it draws our attention, I want to share a story from a