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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

“She’s on hospice”

Guest commentary by Franziska Rokoske It seems so innocuous, the request to keep people and their families in our thoughts and prayers..

Life, fast and slow

I love moving quickly. When I was growing up, my parents called me a vacuum cleaner for eating at the speed of..

I might be powerless

Guest Outpost blog by Ainsley Herrick Recently a friend loaned me her copy of “Gracias! A Latin American Journal” by Henri Nouwen...

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