First Words
Recipes from long ago
Old handwritten recipes conjure up all kinds of memories.
The residue of Christ in the world
Jesus may be as close as a plastic bobblehead or a dried-out palm frond.
Awaiting the dawn from on high
Christmas can’t come soon enough for Tom.
Eugene Peterson: Pastor, poet, and friend
Peterson has influenced my pastoral life and mind more profoundly than anyone else.
A religious magazine to accompany your days
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The life of faith takes practice
Maya Angelou had it right: we can only try to be Christian.
Judgment, sportsmanship, and forgiveness
When the athlete disagrees with the umpire's call
There's a better way than give and take
What does it mean to own something, like a winter coat?
Curiosity is holy
Children are good at asking questions that build relationship.
Tired church jargon
Some buzzwords that are due for a sabbatical
Nontraditional weddings have become the norm
Part of me admires couples who don't pretend to be religious on their wedding day.
Prayer that makes hard hearts softer
When we pray for "the poor," do we think of actual people?
Imprinted on idols
Like goslings, we tend to attach ourselves to the wrong things—like political parties.
How Christian Trump voters chose fear over compassion
Fear is a terrific uniter, but it's a strange way to carve out a Christian life.
How Rep. Walter Jones has turned his guilt over the Iraq War into acts of empathy
The GOP congressman has sent nearly 12,000 letters to Americans whose loved ones died in the war he voted to authorize.
What we know and what I don't
All knowledge is communal, but that's easy to forget.
When churches fly like starlings
The birds fly without a designated leader. It takes them about 50 milliseconds to reach consensus.
Loving and protecting immigrants is a biblical command
The Hebrew Bible's instruction to love the neighbor appears only once. “Love the stranger” appears more than 35 times.
Remembering the things that give life
In occupied Paris, Yo-Yo Ma's father memorized Bach violin sonatas by day so he could play them during the blackout each night.
Are we sure we’re right?
When we fall in love with our own moral positions, we lose sight of how to stand up against evil.