I felt immediately at home there.
The Other 6
On Sundays many of us focus on worship, youth ministry, and other church activities. But how do we live out our faith the other six days of the week? Stories of discipleship, challenges, and how life experiences shape our faith.
The wise woman did not mock, embarrass, or belittle the man. She waited for the right time to express her opinion to him.
What I’m describing is a moment I never could see coming.
As you slowly sand along the grain, the wood begins to reveal its beautiful characteristics.
He’s different,” they said. “Different” meant I was not one of them. The difference had to be highlighted.
Comparing these categories is like the proverbial apples and oranges comparison.
They weren’t the same people anymore, and they were struggling to love each other well.
Our visits continued, and we were enfolded deeper into the lives of this couple.
Members of the denomination young and old have concerns about our future.
I, like most others, didn’t start attending AA meetings out of mere curiosity or boredom. I was compelled by the damage caused by my drinking habits.
Of course Black lives matter, and it is important in the church of Jesus, in the historical and present context of North America, to say so unequivocally.
The proposed binational restructuring report before synod this June perpetuates the lack of parity we feel in leadership of our ministries in Canada.
It is a ministry that bears witness to both creation and the mysteries of death—sometimes in the span of a single workday.
A seminarian on his first summer assignment, in Vermillion, S.D., is about to embark on an adventure of a lifetime.
When I tell people I work with people who have Down syndrome, they often make comments about the patience I must have. I have grown tired of those comments.
I can’t change the fact that at a very young age I learned this behavior of ignoring older women, but I am responsible for how I behave today.
A place of beauty and wonder. Stark contrasts and high drama. Secrets and mystery.
My talents as a graphic designer allowed me to create the pictured artwork, which I have used to share the good news.
I jumped out of bed and followed him out to our terrace on the 24th floor. Thick, black smoke was rolling out from the North Tower of the World Trade Center six blocks away.
Donna was still on our minds. What was motivating her to stay on that bench? How could we help her? Did she need or want help?
Imagining all the social media “likes” the image will get fuels my drive to share why that sign and sentiments like it continue to marginalize my son.
God is not indifferent or uncaring, but perhaps his silence is there for a reason. Wilderness moments are important spaces that force us to shift our understanding of God and make us more conscious of him.
Although it’s not considered polite to describe the gory details of childbirth and daily motherhood, this is the way Jesus chose to come to us.
I’m not going to pretend the shouts from bystanders of “Good job!” and “Way to go!” did not penetrate deep into my withering soul and boost my confidence. I was glowing. After all, we were magnificent!