Voices
Melissa Florer-Bixler
Our living waters are struggling to breathe
River baptisms are becoming a casualty of polluted waters.
Brian Bantum
The roots of my deconstruction
The cracks in my faith came slow, like when plants grow under concrete.
Isaac S. Villegas
A shower in the desert
At a migrant shelter in Tijuana, I met a woman who was about to give birth.
Rachel Mann
What sort of Christian story is viable in our time?
I’m hoping for one that’s lyrical, chastened, hallowed.
Debie Thomas
The feeling I no longer pray for
One of the reasons I left my childhood faith tradition is that I didn’t feel what I was supposed to feel.
Alejandra Oliva
A busload of migrants were told something was waiting for them in Chicago
It was our job to be that something.
Samuel Wells
The better part of faith
It’s possible to stop believing, but we can’t live without trust.
Alejandra Oliva
Knitting with Simone Weil
The philosopher’s call to attention reminds me I’m making a difference.
Julian DeShazier
The crowded elevator of opinions
We’ve become convinced that speaking is the most important thing we can do.
Melissa Florer-Bixler
What hope looks like to one Palestinian
Akram al-Waara sits in a refugee camp and makes art—out of tear gas canisters.
Samuel Wells
Understanding our dependencies
Our cost of living is about far more than the price of essential goods.
Rachel Mann
The Christian God is a queer God
I cannot begin to imagine anything queerer than the doctrine of the Trinity.
Philip Jenkins
When the Four Horsemen ride again
Climate change will have religious consequences, especially in the Global South.
Philip Jenkins
The priest behind the screen
Oddly enough, some of the best TV shows about clergy come from secular Europe.
Alejandra Oliva
The Night Pastor
I recently came across a record by 1960s Episcopal priest and jazz musician Robert Owen.
Jonathan Tran
Looking to heaven without looking past earth
In the Christian imagination, the two rightly go together.
Melissa Florer-Bixler
A church made of dust
After each service, I sweep up the dirt, specks of plastic, and tendrils of hair.