Easter Sunday is glorious. But the most important Sundays come afterward, when we are left—as were
Jesus' disciples—with the sense that nothing can ever be the same.
In this issue Rebekah Miles describes the key role that Ursula Niebuhr played in the development of her husband's
thinking and writing ("Uncredited").
The article sent me to the bookshelf for Elisabeth Sifton's fascinating account of her parents' life together.
When I became a student pastor I had no idea what I
was getting into.
The first thing that happened after we moved into the tiny parsonage was that Johnny Johnson
died.
A visit with Argentinan Pentecostal pastors left me grateful that the Spirit
can use a variety of traditions—some orderly and some wonderfully
disorderly—for the growth of the kingdom.