“Language is a living thing, and when it dies, it leaves bones.” Maria Dahvana Headley writes this line in the introduction to..
On a hot summer Friday night, 30 millennials, a few seasoned saints and a couple of kids gathered in the basement of..
This past year has been marked by loss: Loss of loved ones and friends, loss of community and social gatherings, loss of..
The dawn light was emerging at a wildlife refuge in the panhandle of Florida. The air was cool, and alligators lounged in..
When I was a child, our Sunday school was large enough to have six separate classes for children in the primary grades:..
Nothing was working. Not getting up in the middle of the night to log into the Walgreens site. Not repeatedly checking the..
Years ago, there was a recurring segment on NPR called “This I Believe.” People from all walks of life submitted brief statements..
Several years ago, when I was a younger pastor, I drove an older parishioner to a medical appointment. The only other person..
I embarked on a new call in August, moving to a new city during the depths of the pandemic lockdown. As I..
I had some terrific Sunday school teachers when I was a child at First Presbyterian Church in Woodstock, Illinois. Well, until my..
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