‘Tis the season… For many people these are days of magic and wonder, a time when hope rises and peace falls and where miracles begin to feel commonplace. They are moments of joyous
Every builder knows that before you can build onto something, most of the time you have to tear down something else. Our church is preparing to move into a shared space with an
“Dad, are you and mom Santa?” The words surprised even myself when they came flying out of my fourth grade mouth there in the storeroom of my father’s small town shoe
Dear Muslim Friends, I’m an American Christian and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that the loudest voices representing my faith tradition right now seem to be the most hateful ones, the ones
‘Tis the season… For many people these are days of magic and wonder, a time when hope rises and peace falls and where miracles begin to feel commonplace. They are moments of joyous
Every builder knows that before you can build onto something, most of the time you have to tear down something else. Our church is preparing to move into a shared space with an
“Dad, are you and mom Santa?” The words surprised even myself when they came flying out of my fourth grade mouth there in the storeroom of my father’s small town shoe
Dear Muslim Friends, I’m an American Christian and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that the loudest voices representing my faith tradition right now seem to be the most hateful ones, the ones