This Sunday, as women around the country are celebrated for their motherhood amidst family and friends, what is the role of the church?
Embracing Good Friday’s pain even when Easter’s hope seems galaxies away
Good Friday isn’t just a set-up for Easter Sunday and the ham and new shoes that accompany that day. Good Friday is about grief. It’s about death and dying, pain and loss, emptiness and hopelessness. To beam the light in too quickly will render us unable to see.
Notre Dame in flames: grieving the cremation of holy place and divine connection
Looking at the devastation wreaked by fire on the Notre Dame cathedral, it’s easy to get lost in all that is gone. But within the structure that remains is the hope of the millions who have gone before us, reminding us that hope is stubborn and connection runs deep.
As the mother of a child with autism, I see how preaching and practicing the Gospel are fractured
World Autism Awareness Day is a good day for Christians to covenant together to learn about autism, to invite the child on the outskirts to the birthday party, to notice the one who sits alone and make room on our pew for them.
Don’t strip our voices from the Baptist pulpit
How can we expect women to speak up about what is happening to them behind the curtain when their experiences and wisdom are not validated from behind the pulpit?
To my ‘future self’: instead of resolutions, recycle mistakes and regrets into something redemptive
I took up the New Year’s challenge of writing a letter to my future self. In the process, I discovered the importance of recycling today’s mistakes and regrets into tomorrow’s opportunities.
Continuing to cast God as male does a disservice to us all – women and men, sons and daughters
With one breath the Church is teaching my daughter that she is created in the image of God and in the next is telling her repeatedly that God is a man. “Daughter, you’re created in the image of God. Just not quite as fully in God’s image as your brothers.”
A bad dream for me. A real-life nightmare for them
Let our spirits not grow deaf to the screams of “Mommy! Daddy!” that are pulsating in fear from children who have been forcibly separated from their migrant parents. May we leap into action as we would if each voice we heard was coming from the crib across the hall.