Let us imagine washing the feet of someone who has wronged us. Their feet, too, are calloused and muddy from the road.

I wasn’t really “born this way.” I grew this way.

Coming out is vulnerable, intimate, and holy.

Breathe in us, with us, and through us as we gather—one in community.

We don’t need to understand why someone sets a boundary to respect it.

I rise on the shoulders of ancestors whose names I can not know.

It's my actions and choices that determine my connection to others.

If you’re trying to build a worship service that's anti-racist and decenters whiteness, you start in one spot.

We hold in our hearts those who aspire to move from age-ing to sage-ing.

There is no such thing as unskilled labor.

Beneath the snow, life is bursting, preparing for the next season.

Loss binds us together undeniably.

I offer my "Ouch" with hope and trust.

Can we find space for lifting our heads in wonder—that we’re still striving, still trying together

May we open our hearts to the abundance of creation.

Pleasure is one of the ways we know when we are free.

Worship is relational and even transformational, but it's not informational.

Once, during my ministerial internship, a woman I’ll call Clara came up to me during the hustle and bustle before the Sunday service. I knew that Clara struggled with anxiety; now, in great distress, she told me how anxious she was and that she didn’t know what to do. She was frantic, and I...

People of faith are experts in human kindness.

People find hope in the faith that they're held by something larger than themselves.