By Elizabeth Evans Hagan “Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. By faith, Abel.… By faith, Noah.… By faith, Abraham.… By faith, Isaac.… By faith, Jacob.… By faith, Joseph.” And the list…
A [Baptist] means of conversation
By Zihna Gordon When I was 16 my family moved to a new town and a new denomination. The national leadership of the United Church of Christ had just informed local congregations that by their polity, the issue of whether…
Remembering 9/11 … 1973
By Leroy Seat Recent days have been full of newspaper articles and radio and TV programs about the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks against the United States. Much less was written about another 9/11 that occurred 28 years…
Intervention
By Bill Wilson The award-winning reality show Intervention is about addiction and the extraordinary lengths it can take to face one’s unhealthy compulsions. Each episode chronicles the attempts by family members and friends to bring health to someone who is…
How has America changed since 9/11?
By Ellis Washington We all remember where we were and what we were doing when 9/11 went from being just another date to a phrase that needs no explanation. From across the street or across the globe, we watched it…
The lifeboat of laughter
By Susan Sparks The day after 9/11, I was working for the Red Cross taking inbound calls for missing persons in the fallen towers. Somewhere mid-morning I received a call from a woman whose husband was missing. Her call was…
A day that haunts; a faith that hopes
By Barry Howard A pastoral prayer for Sept. 11, 2011: On this 10th anniversary of the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, we gather to remember an atrocious day, a day that we wish we could forget. We confess our…
Growing up with 9/11
By Heather Burke I was a 13-year-old with no connections to the Twin Towers or the Pentagon. Tragedy had struck, and I had no idea what to do with it. I took my seat in eighth grade homeroom and watched…
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
By Amy Butler “Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.” The woman’s cigarette-roughened voice, harsh and grating, echoed off the limestone of the National Portrait Gallery building. You could hear the wistful tone in her song, mixed together with…