First Person
On knowing (yes, in the biblical sense)
When I first had sex, it wasn't just teenage hormones. I wanted to know and be known.
Watermelons, watermelons everywhere
How does the blazing sun produce so much refreshing fruit?
Millions of unknown saints
“Even Lucifer might well have a change of heart,” said the fifth grader. “Isn’t that right, Father?”
Feast: Essays by readers
We asked readers to write on the theme "feast." Here are the most compelling entries.
Wrist-deep in the earth: Notes from the farm
We invest each seed and young plant with the exuberant yet completely rational hope of compounded returns.
Being they: God and nonbinary gender
We call God "Father" and "Mother" because children don't say "Parent, Parent." But what will my children call me?
Take and eat? When church members prefer just a blessing
Matt grew up in the Episcopal Church. One Sunday he appeared at the altar—with his arms crossed over his chest.
Worth the wait: The rare blessing of a benediction
As a child, I followed the order of worship in the bulletin, mentally checking off each item. My eyes were on the prize.
Field of greens: Notes from the farm
By summer, the plants are working overtime. It's a wonder we don't have as many words for green as the Inuit have for snow.
Failure to launch: I planned a service for students. None came.
I lit the candles, opened the doors, picked up a handful of bulletins, and stood at the entrance. I smiled at a group of 15 students. One waved and then they turned and walked to the grocery store.
The crawl space
You were thrilled to enter the crawl space, but also frightened. There was a chance of snakes.
Equipped for your needs: My church's magical supply closet
On the seventh floor of Hogwarts, Harry Potter and his friends discover a magical room. My church contains such a room.
Stealing Jesus: A Protestant takes communion at mass
My ecclesiastical criminality has been going on for 45 years. It all started at a Trappist abbey in Virginia.
Gentle touches
Spent all day and deep into the evening Saturday at a wedding, studying the ways and means and manners by which people gently touch each other, and so communicate this and that and the other thing.
Guns in the pulpit
In Texas, even pastors are carrying.
Children at the grave: Making space for grief
For career day at my daughter's school, I brought pictures of some of the things pastors do. The students were mostly interested in the funerals.
So much for unity
I used to read Ephesians 4 and get that vague, warm glow we Mennonites feel when we see the word peace. Now the passage stops me cold.
God's absence in Advent
Every valley shall be exalted—but when?