Liturgy in the Time of COVID

These days, my emotions are not a reliable source.  They are up and down and back and forth and all over the place, telling me stories and lies and leading me down all sorts of rabbit holes.   I don’t need emotional authenticity—I need something solid.  I need a touchstone to ground me. I don’t need high-energy, emotional worship; I need liturgy.  

Inclusive Hymn Rewrite Challenge

There is nothing gratuitous about the arts right now. They are not added, they are essential—like spirituals in the hell of cotton fields, anti-war songs of the 60s, AIDS blankets and inner city murals and poetry that says what everybody’s tired souls are feeling.

I’m Not Okay

I’m not sleeping well, friends. All this past week I’ve been receiving thoughtful messages asking how I’m doing. And honestly? I feel like I’m losing, embarrassed of how afraid I am, how anxious I feel. There ...