If this year is a "lost" year, then I am bound to live a lost life.

Committing to right relationship means being willing to revise our practices when we learn that previously accepted habits might be harmful.

May I have the wisdom to be curious when I find myself grumbling about “them.”

I experience the creative impulse as living just under the surface of the daily grind: tugging; imploring, When do we all get to sing together again?

This year, the Advent season seems particularly seized by a spirit of the expected, the longing.

The wilderness alongside every moment, sprawling in each direction, holds more than the silence that theologians imagine of God.

We seek blessed assurance through pandemic chaos, relentless loss, and unimaginable stress.

In these days of so much uncertainty, may we choose honesty over comfort, love over complacency, and truth over convenience.

I miss the way things were, and I know they’ll never really be the same.

“Specialists without spirit, sensualists without heart; this nullity imagines that it has attained a level of civilization never before achieved.” ―Max Weber, The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism Raise your hand if you believe you’re not doing enough right now. Do you feel like...

A new disease, without any cure, is pushing us apart. And, yet, we cannot escape one another. We need one another. Whether I acknowledge it or not, the guarantee of safety does not exist.

Jesus had no political power. He lived his whole life in the shadow of the Roman empire, and that empire killed him. Yet Jesus healed the sick, he listened, he moved among the ordinary people, in the lowly places.

I’m confident in our human ability to together muscle our way into renewing our world.

“Game” is no longer the proper metaphor to guide my thoughts and actions. We are—all of us—in liminal space, at a threshold confronting immediacy, shrouded in fog.

Years ago, I did one of those mud run obstacle races. There were eight physical obstacles on the course, but my biggest learning was that we all had a ninth obstacle.

In this community, we hold hope close. We don’t always know what comes next, but that cannot dissuade us. We don’t always know just what to do, but that will not mean that we are lost in the wilderness. We rely on the certainty beneath, the foundation of our values and ethics. —Rev. Theresa I.