He had written in my mid-year evaluation that my preaching was, and I am quoting directly, “pitiful.”

You’d think my most joyful moments would be some epiphany in a worship, at a retreat, or on a mission project. But, no, it happened

My husband greeted me with an unexpected statement: “I’m pretty sure I heard meowing in our attic at about midnight last night.”

Theology is not learned simply by listening to it — but by singing it, speaking it, and embodying it in worship.

Brené Brown sometimes defines humility with this sentence: I’m not here to be right, I’m here to get it right.

He asked, “So, do you have a group to deal with all that pain?” When I didn’t speak, he said, “Well you do now.”

Someone had placed a tomato cage over the smooth dirt that hid the turtle’s carefully prepared nest.

Of course, we never met. Bob is three years older than I am, closer to my sister’s age. He went to Catholic school.

Garret Keizer is one of America’s great creative non-fiction writers, who, like so many great writers, toils away in relative anonymity. His work has appeared