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Race and Faith: A Conversation
Jemar Tisby, in his book The Color of Compromise: The Truth About the American Church’s Complicity in Racism, offers a number of To-Dos in his chapter The Fierce Urgency...
These Are My Mothers, My Sisters, and My Brothers
Pastoral Prayer: Lord God Almighty, you have given us good things. James reminds us that every good and perfect gift comes from you, the Father of Lights, in whom...
Harassed and Helpless for Us
Pastoral Prayer: Holy One, we can’t do it. We don’t possess the resources to take care of every instance where people are harassed and helpless. Often we can’t take...
No Ordinary Time
Pastoral Prayer: Lord God Almighty, Jesus revealed in flesh and blood the power of your self-giving love. Your Spirit makes us alive to that love in Jesus. Immerse us...
Drunk Again?
Pastoral Prayer: Holy One, it seems appropriate to ask, “How long will cities burn?” We can hear your response to Isaiah, “Until your cities lie waste.” Some cannot breathe,...
Former Blowhards Only
Pastoral Prayer: Holy One, we fear for our lives and so we arm ourselves, we fear others and so make rules against them, we fear you and receive the...
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Emma Thomas
I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream. As I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants.
Earn Palmer
I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream. As I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants.
Halie Jackson
I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream. As I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants.
The Cat
I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream. As I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants.
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We Can Share That Table Over There
Sundays are often very busy for us. Our busyness is equal parts the nature of my vocation and my own choices. Yesterday, we had a bit more time for lunch. A co-worker told Patty about Granny’s Kitchen, so off we went. We stood between the door and the waitstaff podium in the packed restaurant. The waitress...
Marty Duren and The Disparate Ones
I scraped off the cobwebs, blew out the dust, and set up the mic to converse with my friend Marty Duren. We have been friends and have shared our writing for almost twenty years. Sometimes, the projects were collaborative. We often wanted another set of eyes on something we were putting down on paper. Today,...