How I Taught My Son That Jesus Isn’t a Zombie
“Here comes Peter Cottontail,” I sang. “Hooray,” squealed my toddler. I smiled with delight as he excitedly embarked on a scavenger hunt to find the…
“Here comes Peter Cottontail,” I sang. “Hooray,” squealed my toddler. I smiled with delight as he excitedly embarked on a scavenger hunt to find the…
Most people love the hymn “Amazing Grace,” but for years, I dreaded singing it in church because of the last verse: “When we’ve been there…
It was a typical email from my parish — one of those cheerful messages I get each Monday inviting me to a marriage retreat (I’m…
Sometimes, I wonder what an outsider would think of our world. How can a planet, so small within the vast universe, be so terribly at…
To the unaccustomed eye, the Christian way of describing the events of Holy Week might seem paradoxical, even backwards. The days Jesus eats his final meal…