service
How a Serbian Orthodox congregation in Kansas City offers hospitality beyond the liturgy
At Thelma’s Kitchen, every table is a holy table and every guest a living icon.
On failing to receive hospitality
On the way to the soup kitchen, I met a man with a loaf of bread.
Charity vs. politics?
Yes, political advocacy is more effective than Band-Aid-style charity. But are those the only options?
A hammer and a prayer: How to rebuild a city
In January I went to New Orleans with the Protestant Cooperative Ministry of Cornell University to work on a Habitat for Humanity project. My wife, Jeanene, and I drove from San Antonio through Houston and on to New Orleans. As it turned out, our journey through Houston helped us to understand the work we were about to do. I grew up on the west side of Houston, 15 miles out Interstate 10, near Katy, Texas. Our exit had nothing more than a Shell station, a small grocery store and a few shops. There wasn’t much between Katy and Houston either, mostly open country and a few familiar roads. In the late '70s I drove into Houston regularly to visit friends and sack groceries in a little store near Kirkwood Street.