Holding people accountable for the impact of their behavior is not revenge; it’s what makes change and growth possible, and no real healing in community can come without it.

I experience the creative impulse as living just under the surface of the daily grind: tugging; imploring, When do we all get to sing together again?

What’s the one word you hope will define your upcoming year?

The stories remind us there is still and always joy in this world, but it usually comes right alongside the struggle.

This is a "love saves" story.

This year, the Advent season seems particularly seized by a spirit of the expected, the longing.

The wilderness alongside every moment, sprawling in each direction, holds more than the silence that theologians imagine of God.

We seek blessed assurance through pandemic chaos, relentless loss, and unimaginable stress.

The soul of America has yet to be born.

We are all in this together, and when bad things happen that are preventable by human means, we are all implicated.

As Unitarian Universalists, our journey is to transform the big and the small, to transform ourselves, and to transform the world.

Uncertain as the world feels right now, love will bear whatever lies ahead.

Learning to love all of me—including the parts I used to be scared of—made the fear go away.

At the core of American racism is the belief that the things we the Blacks desire, the fact that we the Blacks desire, are perversions.

I do not believe the acts of oppressors are my people’s shame.

I was born nine years after four little girls were killed in Birmingham, Alabama, and two other boys later the same day.

We teach girls to be likeable, to be nice, to be false. And we do not teach boys the same. This is dangerous.

Sometimes, there is no reprieve from the pain of this world. Sometimes, it is too big and too obvious to ignore.