Church
The good kind of patriotism
The church is called to be a loving critic, not a national cheerleader.
Bishop Budde among the Swedes
In September, Episcopal bishop Mariann Edgar Budde will travel to her mother’s homeland at the invitation of the Stockholm Cathedral.
Does God care what I wear to church?
While my thinking on this question has shifted, at the core of my being there is still a well-dressed girl from Queens.
Learning humility as a student pastor
Field education invites us to the lifelong work of discovering the Holy Spirit through our stunning inadequacies.
My new understanding of mountaintop faith
Together, the Psalms and the Korean concept of han have changed my perspective on the emotional Christianity of my childhood.
Churches are closing. What should they do with their assets?
Invested Faith offers one possibility: give them to social entrepreneurs doing transformative work.
A heart broken open
When the teenager stepped into the pulpit, her IV pump slung over her shoulder, the congregation grew quiet.
Craig Dykstra saw things afresh
The longtime Lilly Endowment vice president’s impact is felt in the hospitable spaces he cultivated, the disciplined reflection he nurtured, and the ripple effects of a life well lived.
Knowledge is not enough
Patience, kindness, and love are far more valuable to the formation of our faith communities.
June 1, Easter 7 (John 17:20-26)
The question of unity always raises another question: On whose terms?
Nicene myths
The Athanasians won, so they got to tell the story of Arianism. Arius would barely have recognized it.
The church has a DEI problem
We love diversity. That doesn’t mean we’re willing to make room for difference.
Black Church is my mother tongue
To speak Black Church is to dwell in a world of metaphors about a God who is engaged in the lives of Black people.
We are not living in a postcolonial world
Many church folk use the word decolonization while ignoring its only goal: returning Indigenous lands to Indigenous hands.
In praise of unruly children in church
Sometimes they’re the only sign of life amid our solemn boringness.