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Since the election I've had to face the fact that I don’t want to see God in people who disagree with me.

On the day after the election, Mervat Aqqad’s seven-year-old son woke up and asked who got elected president....

Readers won't easily trace Edna St. Vincent Millay's personal life in this collection.

"There was a time in my life when I devoured Christian literature," says novelist Chigozie Obioma.

"I cannot continue to pimp the gospel for my own profit, for my own prestige and power," Ken Samuel decided.

White Christians have an obligation to face white nationalism head-on.

Two debut novels portray everyday life in Nigerian cities. They also teach Americans about our own culture.

The gig seemed fairly routine. Then I saw the parrots.

Jesus' ministry is not what John the Baptist expected it to be.

Is Isaiah's vision of a peaceful public square a naïve hope?

I've been told that I do not belong, that I should go back to my own country. But I'm not alone, and we're not alone.

When John Floberg, an Episcopal priest on the Standing Rock reservation, called for clergy to join him in Cannon Ball, North Dakota, to show support for the Standing Rock Sioux Nation, h...

A global denomination, a clash of principles, and the coming reckoning

Practice the beatitudes. Speak truth to power. Do justice, love kindness, and walk humbly with God.

I’ve spent time in three Trappist monasteries—the order made famous by Thomas Merton and known for its commitment to silence. Actually, I’ve found that the monks are rather eager to talk. They are commanded in the Rule of St. Benedict, the guidebook for all western monasticism, to “receive every guest as Christ.” Or, to use Kathleen Norris’ paraphrase in Cloister Walk, they are formed to think: “Hot damn, it’s Jesus again!”

Nat Turner led a slave rebellion. He also heard the voice of God.

Barney Zeitz, 65, an artist on Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts, doesn’t know where in Europe his ancestors lived....

As we wake up to the election results, and the news that a large chunk of the voting block were white Christians, we see that the soul of our nation is hollowed and charred.

Understanding an election requires stories. Last night, our stories proved inadequate.

Today, I have a task as a father of daughters—and as one who preaches the gospel of hope.