Yesterday a stranger left a very sweet comment on a piece I’d written, saying, “I wish I was half as good a person as you seem to be.” My reply

I’m tired. I’m tired of professed Christians preaching a Jesus that they seem to have no interest at all in emulating; of religious people being a loud, loveless noise in

Are we great yet, America? I’ve been wondering if we’re here; if this is the supposed greatness he was talking about, the kind his supporters were forecasting, the kind their

I am a Christian. I am a Christian and I am not a Republican. Contrary to some reports, I am not a mythical creature relegated to story books and fanciful campfire