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Powerful Women in My Life: A Sharecropper’s Daughter, A Nanny, A Prophet/Priest, A Tribal Leader
What these women offered me was not correction from the outside but transformation from the inside. They offered invitation—an invitation to become someone I did

The revolutionary act of reading together: Why book clubs could save the world
Book clubs are gentle training grounds for something we desperately need: the experience of disagreeing with people we care about, and surviving it.

What is Reformed Theology, Anyway?
Editor’s Note: Following is an excerpt from chapter one, “A Reformed Theology Primer: Misconceptions and Realities,” from Generously Reformed: Theology Rooted Deep and Wide. Slow

What Christian Higher Education Offers That We (Still) Need
From our perspective as faculty at Christian liberal arts institutions, we see the work of Christian higher education as unique and essential. What should set

When the Faucet Runs Dry
Anger has had something of a reputation problem in Christian circles, especially for women. We tend to associate anger with sin. When I was younger,

Where’s Our Belhar?
Belhar did not define unity. It proclaimed it. It reminded the church that Christ had torn down the dividing wall of hostility, and anything that

Seeing First Fruits at Setshabelo Family and Child Services and Other Locations in South Africa
Those of us in the United States look around today and wonder, in the midst of our national struggles, what can we do? One thing

Honor Everyone
When mulling over a topic for my speech, some of the episodes of demeaning treatment that I had learned about over the years came to

The Girl in the Picture
What bothers me about the reactions to Sy’s refugee picture is the historical amnesia of it. The Emma Lazarus poem on the Statue of Liberty,

Thoughts and Prayers
One day, praying for a dying friend I knew neither prayed nor believed, it occurred to me not only to pray on his behalf, but,

A Call, a “Random” Library Book, a New Creation
I continued to pray, wondering where God was calling me. I’d done transitional ministry training with the Presbyterian Church (USA) but didn’t sense being steered

Ramshackle Life
Before I left, I changed the dressing on Bill’s arm. The raw tenderness of Bill’s new fistula moved me. How could its strangeness have come