
Wandering in a Cosmic Wilderness Part 1: On My Own, Slip Slidin’ Away
I look up and see heavens so vast and mysterious that I feel lost, wandering in a cosmic wilderness. The infinite immensity of space threatens
I look up and see heavens so vast and mysterious that I feel lost, wandering in a cosmic wilderness. The infinite immensity of space threatens
I preached on LGBTQ issues four times in forty years, once in each church I served. I tried to model how to talk about these
Christian nationalist and culture-war ideologies offer what may sound like an appealing pathway forward. The call to “take back our country” and win the culture
My body is me. Any attempt to ignore and suppress this body-soul oneness is to cause harm, for it is to live in opposition to
The Sabbath invites us to get clear about what our values are in relation to time, so that when we feel the tug between fast
One night, as my grandfather lay there, body-quaking, he suddenly felt a warm sensation throughout his body. He felt drawn to the light, the same
What I remember most about Emese, though, was her insistence that our book club read the “greatest book” she’d ever read, The Little Prince. After
Heartland Manor, as we like to say, is a grab bag. That’s not very elegant, but it’s what the crew who work there like to
This summer, the summer of 1962, was different. This was the summer of the n-word. It was spoken often, not only on Green Street, but
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