A woman’s place
How can we empower the wisdom of women who are finding a place in God’s community despite barriers?
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Just Christians
As we sit with a time of protests and calls for “justice” in our communities and our world, there is no better time to reflect on what justice means.
The sweet taste of anticipation
When I was asked if other churches had their own Scripture Chats, I realized this recipe was too delicious to selfishly hoard.
On the way to destruction
The lollapalooza grand-daddy of all the off-the-wall Bible stories.
Broken Wholeness
They were quite the pair, the cook and her kitchen, both a little broken, both temporarily limited, and neither as new as they used to be.
Bigger than you can imagine
My 4-year-old nephew Simon asked, “Does God give hugs?” Yes, his mother said. Simon asked, “Do we have to wait in line?” His mother assured him that we don’t, that God can hug us all at the same time. Then Simon asked, “How big are God’s arms?”
Ted Studebaker exhibit at Ohio peace museum
The seven siblings of slain Brethren service worker Ted Studebaker gathered Sept. 11 at the Dayton International Peace Museum to view a new exhibit that opened in his honor on the 44th anniversary of his death in Di Linh, Vietnam.
Seeing beauty in the ordinary
I recently found myself sitting at a piano in a recording studio in the middle of the woods, playing an original tune about finding
beauty in solitude.
Distinctly Haitian, distinctly Brethren
What does it mean to be Brethren at Église des Frères Haïtien? Peace, love, and feetwashing.
Claiming a hem-of-the-garment faith
It could be that we, too, have sought comfort from a counselor, from a doctor, or from a friend. It could be that we have resorted to books for help, to pills for peace, or even to busy schedules to forget our pain. In the end, we are hurting and we are unhealthy, still woefully in need of a touch.
Lessons from kickball
I gave the ball a good, hard kick. It took flight and landed in a neighbor’s garden. I ran the bases and was headed for home when I got nervous—not about the ball’s landing in the neighbor’s garden, but about getting hit by the ball and getting called “out” before I reached home.
