I find myself looking for community at this stage of my life. On the surface, it’s easy to slip back into nostalgia and long ...

An angel went down … into the pool, and troubled the water: whosoever then first … stepped in was made whole … (John 5:4, KJV) It might as well, that […] ...

I understand that you and I are brothers in Christ. We both trust Jesus. We have experienced him forgiving our sins and giving us hope for eternal life with him. And we both are in the process of ...

Count me among the cynical who are not so sure the midterm election results are a repudiation and rejection of Donald Trump as much as a statement that most voters don’t think the price of a gallon of ...

Well, that was an interesting political season. My husband kept a stack of the mailers that flooded our mailbox over the last weeks. It’s enormous. And, although I was gifted the grace not to receive ...

Our congregation has been calling ourselves to consider what our Distinctive Christian Witness might be in this season of life here in the United States.

At this, Mary’s roommate shouted, “Right on, Mary!” as if this was some Woodstock-era hippie gathering. Mary was, of course, ...

Mary would sneak out on Sunday afternoons and play an accordion at the local Polish Community Center.

When you think of your moments of deep joy, do you not recall being the recipient of it? The direct (or indirect) object of it?

Uncertainty makes us feel vulnerable, and vulnerability makes us aware of our mortality. But if we can “receive our mortality,” how much more present will we be to the life we are in fact living?