Faith Matters
SpaceX, Meta, and the Christ child
While we're looking for escape, God comes near.
Imagining a new political economy with Miriam of Nazareth
Abortion is about real lives enmeshed in the realities of home and work and wages and debt.
What I pray when I can’t say thanks or help
A prayer of bare-bones presence with God
Pure justice is an idol
Atop the Central Criminal Court of England and Wales, Lady Justice presides over a long history of injustices.
The waters of baptism remember
What was the earthy taste of river water telling me?
The sounds of my mother’s typewriter
Lying in bed and listening, I heard devotion. And creativity. And mystery.
A psalm of waiting as the pandemic continues
All plans feel like grass withering in the sun these days.
Ways to walk
There’s something sacred in choosing to love the world at the speed of walking.
Jesus the poet
We are invited to bring the rich resources of our senses and imaginations into the realm of faith.
A father and his dying daughter came to see me. They wanted different things.
Sometimes truth is better than comfort.
The labor that pays my salary
Survival under capitalism makes demands on our flesh—and some of us have to pay more than others.
My first post-pandemic flight was a bumpy ride
I murmured my prayers, counted my breaths, and got through it.
Is there no other prophet to consult?
Amid our dying empires and institutions, we might recall the story of King Ahab.
The grace of holding my dying father’s hand during the pandemic
The word contagion comes from the Latin words for “with” and “touch.”
Where is my love to go?
Imagine God asking that question. You’ll get an insight into God’s heart.
My mother gave me the gift of words
When she gave me words, she gave me God.
As the world reopens post-pandemic, how will we find our way in it?
In Teresa of Avila, I’ve found a guide on this new path.
Emptying the tombs of the city jail
“There’s a group of people outside,” I said through the intercom, “and they’ve raised money for your bail.”
Life after resurrection
Salvation is not a place but a way of life.
Leave it with me
He was moving away, the stranger said, and he wanted to leave a box in my care.