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Every method of killing can become a form of torture for the person being executed—and a means of moral injury to the executioner.

Most Christians have not been encouraged to think theologically about divine encounters that take place outside the church and its scripture.

If a plant deprives your crop of moisture or sunlight, it's a weed. In most other situations, so-called weeds are actually doing a lot of good.

Three faiths esteem Jonah, whom God sent to the city now called Mosul.

Yoder defined violence in terms of violating someone's dignity. This sounds ready made as a description of his own abusive behavior.

On two occasions I decided to become Catholic. Both times I had to wait because I had been asked to preach or preside as a Methodist.

Why is so much energy aimed at protesting Israel's occupation of the West Bank? Such actions are unlikely to move the levers of power.

Growing in prayer is not simply acquiring a set of special spiritual skills. It is growing into Christian humanity.

"I went to college," the man said. "I got one more year, then I go over there and start working."

The priest asked the thief why he would return a ruined tire. He said, with surprise, Because it wasn't mine, Father. Are you paying attention?

Drugs are perhaps the ultimate consumer product. They give an instant, intense hit, and they're used up in one go.

Twenty-two states now have legal cannabis markets of some form. Regulations are being made up on the fly, with consequences not yet known.

For decades, the notion of mainline decline has dominated interpretation of church life. But just how mighty were the churches before?

"Poetry invites you to have an experience. It doesn't want you to drift away into inattention. It wants to grab you."

In response to our request for essays on risk, we received many compelling reflections. Here is a selection.

Imagine having a conversation about the gospel, and then bringing an account of this conversation to a group led by an experienced supervisor.

My first trip to Turkey, the place where so many Armenian Christians were killed, found me in a land both strange to me and known in my bones.

Ritual actions can linger, even as belief fades in and out.

Without the rudder of memory, my father seemed adrift in a tiny boat on a wild, infinite sea, yet unconcerned with finding a way back to shore.

It wasn't same-sex attraction that worried my fellow pastors. They assumed that being bisexual meant I was being unfaithful to my husband.