There is a well-known sculpture, called The End of the Trail, that exemplifies this theme for Native Americans and Indigenous people.
As I Was Saying
This is The Banner's online opinion column, from a variety of different writers, published Fridays.
- April 15, 2022| |
Human language—in all its variety and vitality—is a glorious reflection of our being made in the image of a God who created the world through his word, a God who is the Word.
There was a secret message Jesus wanted to whisper into the hearts of the servants, in the back room where the jars were kept.
I love giving advice. It’s one of my spiritual gifts, my love language, my default mode when someone has anything off-kilter in their life.
- March 25, 2022| |
We believe the answer to this question is in understanding the cultural paradox of our faith.
The imagery of building is not primarily intended to convey physical construction with brick and mortar; rather, building means extending the work of God in the world.
During my 14 days in isolation, I learned four lessons from this form of suffering.
On Feb. 24, 2022, Russia launched a military invasion of Ukraine. The stories and images have flooded the headlines of our news streams.
While I’ve come to appreciate the service and its meaning over the years, I admit there’s a tiny sense of dread that goes along with my appreciation.
Song of Solomon is as much for singles as for those in a relationship.
With online church, disabled people—including me and my family—were welcomed to church in more ways and more often than ever before. Let’s keep that up.
I discovered that the increase of religious “nones” is strongly correlated with use of new technologies.
As Indigenous people we often see ourselves connected with nature more than the average person.
Polarization seems to have pervaded every corner of our families, churches, and society.
- December 22, 2021| |
One of the obvious problems with the death penalty is that you can’t bring someone back from the dead when you get it wrong.
This year in particular, the tree farm I grew up on reminds me that joy and sorrow often mingle side by side, especially during the holidays.
I think sometimes we are so afraid of being defined by our grief or by our suffering that we try to avoid its presence in our lives.
You’ll see that there have been many groups of people who feel this way. It’s just like when I was moved around a lot and then finally grew up in an adopted family.
For many of my Christian friends, peers, and colleagues, “vocation” and “calling” have become hollow words, a varnish smeared over mundane jobs.
There is something about our nature that hinders us from understanding.
One of my friends reflected: at the end of our lives, what relationship will we have with our kids and others?
I want this article to focus on the positive, since focusing on the positive can improve a person’s perspective.
Every conspiracy, if it is going to gain a hearing and spread, will always appeal to our passions and prejudices, even when we know better.
Sharing information is more efficient than ever, but sadly the church is again fragmenting at a whole new level.