Where Angels Fear to Tread
“I’m angry. I’m sad. I feel as if we’ve reached the end of an era with this bunch, and I don’t know what’s next.”
“I’m angry. I’m sad. I feel as if we’ve reached the end of an era with this bunch, and I don’t know what’s next.”
I hate to say this, but we’re going to have to talk about economics in church.
I wonder: Would knowing when people are lying be a gift? Or would it just make life worse?
The episodes are short-story-style vignettes, introducing mostly new characters, different climate-related scenarios, and a tangled web of ethical dilemmas.
Wow, I didn’t know that Palm Sunday was about openness, inclusion, and tolerance. Something to reflect on, I guess. What about that donkey, shall we
I’ll be processing this experience for a long time, but for now I’ll share just a few key words that focused my thoughts during and
Depending on which corners of the church you hang around in, you might notice anything from heavy-duty activism to climate denial. So I’ve been wishing
It never occurred to him to see me, exhausted and falling to pieces, alone in that room with my mother as she labored on threshold
Best-selling memoirs tend to tell big, dramatic stories—getting sober, the messy divorce, the cancer diagnosis, the series of lovers, living through war, recovering from abuse,
We’re all speculating here, I guess, with the understanding that the speculation is itself a process of hope: what do we long for? what outcomes