Whether you are worn out or burned out, you owe it to yourself and your sense of call to find a place of prayer, then shake the gates of heaven asking for the Holy Spirit to come and fill you, or fill you again.
My sister, after years away from the faith, came home to Christ in the Lutheran church. The transition back into the church world, while…
Over the last 75 years, researchers at Harvard have tracked the lives of 724 men.* These men were children when the study began. For 75 years,…
Some versions say Jesus was filled with compassion for the leper who came to him for healing. My version and a few other versions say Jesus was indignant. By my experience, there is a pretty wide gap between indignant and compassionate, so which is it?
The Psalms are real prayers for real people.
We are both sinners and saints, dust and treasure, limited but with tremendous potential, fallen but loved.
Much to my discomfort, my recovering meth addict friends are teaching me that small-mindedness can have big consequences.
While we are getting our nails done, lawns manicured and to-go coffees poured, we are coming face to face with the world’s religious diversity.
Jesus calls his friends to deep and abiding love, the kind that sees not obligation but the joy of serving, of being, of vulnerable-but-safe connection.
Let me state the obvious and say that hierarchy and hate are at the root of white supremacy and pretty much all the other hate-filled expressions of protest that surface not just in our country but around the world.