Some days I just want to leave this world. Living here much longer simply feels like an emotional impossibility lately. The cruelty is too prevalent, the atrocities too pervasive, the

Wake up, white Liberals and Progressives and Moderates. It’s morning in America. A lot happened while we were sleeping. This is not the America we thought existed back in November

Today I asked my social media followers what gives them hope right now. There was a myriad of reasonable answers: children, grandchildren, spouses, partners, meaningful work, laughter, music—and dogs (lots

They’re clutching their pearls in Red America. The Super Bowl Halftime Show got them all hot and bothered. Too sexual. Too disrespectful to women. Too much skin. Those outfits. The

Photo: Sony Pictures Home Entertainment As I write this, today is Groundhog Day. I didn’t realize that when I woke up, but that makes sense if you’ve ever seen the

Heroes show up in unexpected places—even funerals. A few days after the shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida I stood alongside a few hundred strangers in

The Bible records Jesus imploring his students and those willing to follow him in the ways of compassion and mercy and love and justice, to “go and make disciples of

Kobe Bryant was… Those words don’t feel right placed together yet. That’s the first thing that you feel in moments like these: the not-rightness of it all, the sting of

Today our daughter came home from school and told us about a classmate who wore a shirt from her church that said: God Adores You One of the students noticed

Welcome to another day. You probably didn’t give much thought to the fact that you’re here, that you woke up. You likely haven’t stopped to breathe in deeply and slowly,

Dear Dr. King, I wish I’d have written this sooner. Indeed I should have but doing so was simply not possible, as it’s taken me this long to realize that

Christians need to name something right now: the white Evangelical Church in America has failed us all—fully, grievously, irreparably. If not for them, the previous president’s vile video confession of

Yesterday while picking up lunch I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in a few months. After exchanging surprised greetings and a fierce hug—she stopped abruptly, looked genuinely concerned

I used to think I was a Christian. I was raised in a Christian home and went to a Christian school. After a few meandering spiritual wilderness years I attended

We recently lost a dear family member to a lifelong illness at just twenty-three years old. As his devastated father and I were exchanging dozens of texts during those first

Baby, all I want for Christmas is you. When grief visits you, the holidays change. Your wish list becomes incredibly small. Your priorities crystalize down to the essential, elemental things.

Dear Evangelicals, It’s time. It’s time to admit that this was all a horrible mistake; that whether you were misled by a pastor or deceived by a politician, or lied

The heralds of disaster are hard at work right now.  They are prowling social media with dire prophecies and wielding megaphones in ramped up rally crowds and forecasting doom in

Mr President, We shouldn’t be here. It is both laughable and sickening that we find ourselves at this place, having this conversation, about something like this—but then again, such has

“You’re being hateful.” I hear that a lot. The accusation is lobbed violently from behind anonymous Twitter handles or lazily tossed into neighborhood social media sites or spoken in quiet,

(Trigger warning: suicide, self-harm) “I’m done living.” It was a few days after Christmas and I was sitting in a car outside our Central New York hotel, with heavy snow

The truth is vulnerable right now. Good people know this. We can see that justice in this particular iteration of America is susceptible to compromised politicians and fake news conspiracies,

As I travel the country and interact online, people tell me their stories and I look for the pattern in those stories: the recurring themes and similar sentiments that begin

“And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by others. Truly