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Who cares about the mints?

Guest commentary by Sarah Sparks-Franklin “We forgot mints! We should have mints. Proper church ladies have mints at their luncheons.” One of..

The “PK” phenomenon

There is a phenomenon in the church world referred to as the “PK.” The initials “PK” traditionally stand for “preacher’s kid,” but..

Home, belonging and Big Tent

Eric Barreto, an associate professor of New Testament at Princeton Theological Seminary, started his Bible study on “differences and diversity in the..

Count Me

The three in me, was, is, might be, an unholy trinity. Each singularity a crossed humanity factored by duality. The sixfold choices,..

It’s hard to wake up

Editor’s note: This week we’re sharing stories of Presbyterian congregations who have answered the invitation from co-moderators Denise Anderson and Jan Edmiston..

A jar of pickles

I recently left my first call as associate pastor of Westminster Presbyterian Church in Rockford, Illinois, to take my second call as..

Dear purple church pastor

Dear purple church pastor, These are hard, strange times for pastors who serve churches with members on the political left and right...

Psalm 77 (a spoken word translation/rendition)

Listen to the author read his poem. To the DJ Jeduthun. A lyricism by Asaph on In Times of Calamity, I Cry to God I SCREAM to God, SHOUT into God’s ears! God hears me! Or Is God too ancient to hear? Is God in need of a hearing aid? I’m in a shit spray and I’m desperate for some divine clarity. All night I pray, count breath, meditate, to deal with this oppressive stress but my soul finds no rest. Nothing’s working. I read Bible verses on God’s

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