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  • Tiny Deaths

    We sat on the back steps watching transfixed as hundreds of rust-red spiders, big as thumbs, dropped on strands of silk out of the pecan tree in the backyard. It was exquisite, a great exodus of faith and instinct, leaping from one life and floating down to the next. But then,...
    By Teresa Honey Youngblood | 1/18/2017
  • Sticking It Out in the Storm

    .I want liberty and justice for all in my country. That will ask of me—and of many of you—the discipline of discomfort.
    By Jake Morrill | 1/11/2017
  • Somebody Like That

    “Did that man just strap a gun to his belt?” My 10-year-old squinted, looking across the parking lot of the grocery co-op. I had seen it, too: a middle-aged white man had stepped out of his pick-up truck, taken out a black holster, and strapped it on, pulling his shirt down over...
    By Teresa Honey Youngblood | 11/30/2016
  • What on Earth Is Worth Saving

    Those of us with some privilege in this empire may be tempted to seek refuge in it, as if privilege was ever going to save us. But who’s to say whether you’ve come to this place and position for a time such as this?
    By Jake Morrill | 11/9/2016
  • Help Us Never to Forget

    Help us to live in peace together and serve one another and to see the holy light in everyone, even when those holy lights are especially hard to see.
    By Daniel Gregoire | 11/2/2016
  • Universal Shorthand

    I have begun to pray recently. This may sound odd coming from a minister, but as much as I adore leading prayer in front of a congregation, on the state capitol steps, or at a patient’s bedside, I’ve always held a certain amount of shame that prayer isn't central to my spiritual...
    By Marisol Caballero | 10/26/2016
  • An Unlikely Teacher of Love

    He was, I am told, just a dog. But who was it that, fresh from the litter, climbed onto my chest, licked my face, and rubbed his pink baby nose against my cheek? Who chewed the edges of my only antique desk? Who hiked to the top of Multnomah Falls, snug and safe in my backpack?...
    By Maureen Killoran | 10/12/2016
  • The Three Maries

    It took me 37 years to recognize that I had been cloistered off from the beauty, the richness, and the heartbreaking complexity of other people’s experiences.
    By Teresa Honey Youngblood | 9/28/2016
  • Our Whole Life Is a Series of Signs

    Our whole life is a series of signs. Any slight action: a dim semaphore. Our redemption, if it happens, will mean somebody tried.
    By Jake Morrill | 9/21/2016
  • United by Vulnerability

    "Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there." —Rumi ...
    By Robin Tanner | 9/14/2016

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