Fifth Sunday in Lent (Year 1, NL)

The psalmist is bossy: “Sing to the Lord a new song.”

Each year, about 1.9 million new cases of cancer are diagnosed in the US.

Do we understand how our actions may shape the fate of a neighbor?

When my household took in some Ukrainian refugees, we had no idea how their story would end.

The painter’s Exodus calls to mind the Passover, the Shoah, Ukraine, and the southern border.

Sometimes someone else has to start singing before we can.

So is our nation’s long history of choosing economic success over global equity, safety, and wellbeing.

On Christ the King Sunday, let’s disentangle Jesus from the idols of our time.

I knew Sunday worship wasn’t viable. But what about weekdays?

As a mother and a woman of color, I read Camille Dungy's book as a personal roadmap.

I once cared for a sick and vulnerable lamb.

The criteria for separating sheep from goats do not include a confession of faith.

On the way to the soup kitchen, I met a man with a loaf of bread.

Matthew 25 is not the only way that Christ appears in our world.

Pope Francis calls us to internalize the planet's pain.

God has put "all things under his feet." Shouldn't we be worried about such a portrayal of absolute power? 

God loves the creation. In response the creation sings praise and adoration to God.

As I mentioned before, I’ve been reading this strange book called The Spiritual Meadow, written by sixth-century wandering monk John Moschos. One of the last stories in the book was as relevant to my daily existence as any story I have read in a long time. I have only the vaguest idea what it means, but I do know it’s another weird monk joke. And this one was aimed directly at me.

The story goes like this: In the ancient city of Antioch, the church had various kinds of social services. “A man who was a friend of Christ” used to gather supplies and give them out to people in need.