This week my hometown community lost someone very special-my childhood pastor, my only pastor, really. A man who was exceedingly loving and kind and passionate. He devoted his life to his church and to…
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“But how do we remain contemplative and engage in activism?” A question I didn’t even know I had until I heard myself ask it. Better to say The Question I didn’t know I had.…
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When I was 14 years old I went to the beach with some friends from my youth group. Once unpacked, we laid our towels down on the sand and spread out, soaking up the…
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Here we are again A nightmare we know too well The familiar mix of emotions Anger. Despair. Grief. Confusion. Here we are again An anchor of resignation pulling us down The familiar questions Who? How? How many? Is this enough? Here we are again. A broken man. A broken world. And…
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My dance of faith and feminism began when my mother-in-law suggested I read Sue Monk Kidd’s Dance of the Dissident Daughter. This book ripped my heart wide open and threw a freaking hand grenade…