I once toured the Killing Fields near Phnom Phen, Cambodia. As we moved throughout the mass graves that hold the bodies of more than one million people who were killed between...

An early experience I had with my mother’s care and concern came when I was four years old. My sister was four years younger than me and I wondered if I...

Jeremiah’s discernment about purchasing property shines a light on the historic denial of property rights to people of color and indigenous people. It also beckons us to admit that the current...

In Genesis, Adam and Eve were tempted with a deceptive invitation: “Look! This one thing can change your lack, your dependence, and your power. It could change everything!” The enemy is...

Today’s parable is not so different from the parable before it—the story of the prodigal son. Both stories use the same word to describe the main character’s wastefulness. Both stories reveal...

My maternal grandparents lived on a lush, green acre in central Ohio. My younger sisters and I spent many a childhood summer there, playing board games from our mom’s childhood, eating...

Yesterday’s reflection examined prayer as release. Today, we observe prayer as request. The psalmist and their exiled people have specific needs: mercy and rescue. In my own places of oppression and...

Once again, grief reduces the spiritual relationship to a question: “How long?” In my own despair, I’ve certainly asked this question, finding it to be both natural and utterly bizarre. How...

Throughout nine years of nonprofit work, I’ve met hundreds of women suffering abuse and trauma. Their heartbreaking stories of generational dysfunction, extreme adversity, and unfathomable injustice have transformed my perspective on...

There is perhaps no experience as insular and disorienting as grief. It absorbs the whole person, clouding the mind, narrowing the senses so that agony is all one sees, hears, feels,...