A liberal daughter discusses White privilege with her conservative dad
What would happen if we listened to each other in love?
What the Spirit makes possible (Acts 2:1-21)
We need each other—and we can reach for each other.
Communion with Christ—and others (John 17:20-26)
“Being in Jesus” is John’s theological language to describe a state of communion essential for our faith.
God comes and goes (Acts 1:1-11)
This seems to be par for the course.
June 9, Pentecost C (John 14:8-17, 25-27)
Poor Philip just needs a little more from God. I know how he feels.
June 2, Easter 7C (John 17:20-26)
Jesus wants us all around the table. That can be really, really hard.
May 30, Ascension (Luke 24:44-53)
It can be excruciating to long for something just out of reach.
Grappling with race as a white college chaplain
I can choose to be in situations where I feel uncomfortable. My students of color can't.
The blessing lies outside your comfort zone
I thought I'd have to earn the prisoners' respect in class. Instead they gave it freely.
I'll pray for you anyway
“We more often remember when we have been hurt or wounded," the spiritual director said. “But kindness and love abound.”
I believe racism is wrong. So what?
Being against something doesn’t cost much—or accomplish much.
What can the church learn from a Starbucks barista?
His effect on the people gathered for their morning coffee dazzled me. It felt like we'd been transformed into better versions of ourselves.
Addicted to hating Trump
It's one thing to oppose harmful actions. It's another to need to be right.
Guided by faith, not fear
Fear leads us away from God, yet it is an emotion we can't avoid. How can we cope?
In the realm of the nones: Reflections of a college chaplain
I thought I'd get bored by the problems of the young. But I've grown to cherish interactions with students—especially the religiously unaffiliated.
The practice of doing nothing
I caught myself getting overwhelmed one night. I’d been distracting myself from my stress all day long—running from meeting to meeting, answering emails, sending e-mails, moving from one uncompleted task on my desk to the next. When I finally got home and needed to focus on my children, though, I no longer had the energy to distract myself. So the stress I had successfully avoided all day slowly began to unravel itself and take over.
The power of emotion is extraordinary.