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When the River Turned to Ash
We’re talking about a tidal wave of gray sludge — the byproduct of burning coal — filled with arsenic, lead, and even radioactive material.

Lukewarm in a Burning World?
After the disruptions of Covid and denominational disaffiliation, how do I help a fragile church community hold together?

Spot On Psalms — Psalm 58: Praying for Political Enemies
Is it really OK for Christians to pray that their enemies dissolve into slime? I’m pretty sure Psalm 58 wasn’t what Jesus had in mind

Complicating Calling
Too often I think people equate calling to their “dream job,” their “life’s work,” or something similar.

Iran, the Middle East, and the Myth of Redemptive Violence
I saw video of smoke billowing from the American naval base in Bahrain this week. I recognized what I was seeing. The naval base in

Trading the Letter of the Law for the Language of Mercy
In my Grandma and in these aging characters, is found a softening that comes with experience and making one’s own mistakes.

A Blurry Line and a Clear Calling
Humans have searched long and hard for a trait that secures our uniqueness. Tool use. Play. Language. Creativity. Imagination. Empathy. One by one, these candidates

Jubilee from the Couch
This holiday is the basis for what Jesus says the good news. The entirety of his mission could be summed up in the concept of

Everything I Need to Know I Learned from Middle School Girls’ Basketball
This might be my favorite thing about middle school girls: they can completely whiff a shot—airball it in spectacular fashion—and then burst out laughing. No

Spot on Psalms — Psalm 25: Which God Are You Worshiping?
Most people wouldn’t go to a fake doctor on purpose. If, heaven forbid, we should end up in the questionable care of a medical imposter,

Kicking around tribalism and diversity on the pitch
The comparison between being a supporter of a club and playing in ever-changing teams has been on my mind lately. It’s a study between tribalism

I Made a Mental Note that Night
It’s crazy what you remember, but I remember that it was so dead quiet in that room that the crickets in the darkness outside were