Twenty-one years ago, when I was in seminary, I would gather with my colleagues in the lounge area aptly called, Koinonia, which means fellowship or
But now thus says the Lord, he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: Do not fear, for I have redeemed
I call him my little buddy. He is about 9 years old with chestnut brown hair and a lopsided smile. His father gives me the
Ever since my youngest son married a lovely woman whose first tattoo is of the three-arrowed recycling symbol (Reduce, Reuse, Recycle), I’ve been far more
Grappling with the loss of Rachel Held Evans and feeling called to pick up the torch.
I have carried my journals, in a large Rubbermaid container, for 30 years, through more than 20 moves across city, county, and state lines. They