pandemic

During the pandemic, our church’s justice work has gone online.

Something as big as a plague always remakes the religious landscape.

As Christians, we understand the importance of in-person worship. As APNs, we know how serious COVID-19 is.

It takes more than isolation to make us into contemplatives.

Yvonka Hall, Yvonne Pointer, and Frances Mills are beacons of hope in the face of racial disparities.

I hope our little flock survives. But the church is nonessential to God’s redemption of the world.

Genuine Christian faith is larger than the US Constitution.

When people’s value is reduced to their economic contributions, they are dehumanized.

It may be Easter, but lament comes more readily than alleluia.

The idea of this place is incarnation. When someone here gets sick, so does everyone else.

How can we be “witnesses to the ends of the earth” right now? I have found some help from St. Benedict and St. Gregory.

It turns out the government can take big action to help people.

When all days seem alike, maybe the best unit of measure is love.

The language of war garners collective resolve. But that’s not all it does.

We seem to be relearning the social benefits of building community with our not-so-close neighbors.

A plague is being visited on all of us, but not evenly.

After the resurrection, the disciples’ words failed too.

I’ve been thinking about a French horn teacher I once had.