God of Liminal Space
God was in that spot. God was in the most mundane, powerless, painful place.
Come to Me All You Who are Angry
Sketch drawn from a photograph in the Associated Press. A woman in the crowd lowers her mask to wail when she hears the grand jury decision regarding the death of Breonna Taylor.
Oh God, Where Are You Now?
If you’re on any kind of a spiritual journey, there inevitably comes a day when all the usual “lights” go out.
1,000 Tongues, and the Job of Telling the Truth
She spoke with affection about her mother and grandmother and the struggles of their lives. “And my great-great grandmother,” she added in conclusion, “was a slave.” Her last sentence hit me like a thunder clap.