Those two words. Those two words invaded my newsfeed again this week and my stomach turned. That now far-too-frequent breaking news about a school, always includes those same two horrible

Often our words are more than words—they are floodlights. They pierce through our facades and our artifice, and into our shadow places, and they reveal who we are. Many times

To People of Color Living in America, I’m not sure whether you’ve noticed, but a lot of us white Christian folks here in America are really on edge these days.

Dear Friend, Mother’s Day is nearly here and I was thinking about you. I was wondering what this day is like for you. I realized it may not be what it

Comic books have lied to all of us. Heroism isn’t capes and costumes. It doesn’t come from radioactive spider bites or metal suits or gamma rays or distant planets. It isn’t

Church, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is—you’re slowly dying. Your buildings are clearing, your pews are emptying, your congregations are aging away.  There

Dear Sarah, I’ve been trying to reach you ever since that whole White House Correspondents Dinner business—which I imagine you’re already pretty sick of talking about. Honestly, I am too.

Comedian Michelle Wolf stepped to the podium at the White House Correspondent’s Dinner and verbally eviscerated everyone: The President, The Press, Mike Pence, Sarah Huckabee Sanders, Kellyanne Conway. MAGA Nation,

Last week I hopped into a cab in Toronto, heading to the airport after a weekend speaking engagement. My driver’s name was Mohammed; a middle-aged man born in Afghanistan, who

I’m going to hell. At least this is what American Evangelicals often like to tell me. Apparently though, I’m not alone. According to them I’m in very good company, as

Several times a day I meet or encounter people like you.  In a conversation about the unquestionably precarious days in this country; someone visibly disturbed by the facts being discussed,

The shooting at a Tennessee Waffle House and its aftermath, say everything about this Presidency: A white shooter with an assault weapon. (Police using restraint when apprehending said white shooter.)

Dear Mr. Trump, Watching your body of work over the past years, it seems apparent that no one told you what was expected of you; the things most responsible adults

Some lies are more damaging than others; they do more harm, cause more destruction, generate deeper wounds. These ideas don’t just distort the truth—they leave people in peril. There are

Yesterday was a long decade. By the end of the day, when my head finally hit the pillow I felt ten years older; as if I’d somehow spent far more

Trump-supporting friend, What we’ve got here is, failure to communicate… I know you think I’m preoccupied with this President; that he is the reason I’m so angry and bitter and

I know two things about my death: I know I’m going to die. I also know that when the time comes, it will likely come as a surprise to me.

Growing up, I learned about the Resurrection story in the New Testament: Jesus dies, and three days later he rises from the tomb. I read the stories of Jesus calling

Over the past year I’ve watched the monsters descend on the students of Parkland, and other young people throughout the country moved to activism after their latest exposure to bloodshed

Dear Melania, You don’t know me, but I felt I needed to reach out to you. A while ago you said that you wanted to use your position and platform

Marches are powerful things. They are a necessary visual reminder that we are not alone. They help provide a sense of scale in dark days; to right size the threats

Dear Friend, I don’t think I can do this anymore. I’m afraid we’re at an impasse. I’m not sure it’s fixable. Initially I held out hope that we could find