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Epiphany, Fire and Fury
Didn't Herod the Great say that he would "Make Judea Great Again?"
Advent on the way to the Cross
The times are too desperate for “Away in the Manger.” The situation is too dangerous for “Silent Night.”
The Word Does Not Return Empty
Before the book, even before language, there was the Word.
At the Crux of the Matter: A liturgy of saying goodbye
A liturgy of thanksgiving for Crux Books
Tale of Two Feasts
Much depends on who eats and who doesn’t, on who is invited to dinner, on who is the host, and on where you eat.
Imagining Healed Daughters
It's tough to be a woman. But, the reason why I find the Jesus-story we share in this room so compelling is how radically different he was in the world. Every small step towards healing requires someone releasing power. Jesus is willing to give up power in this exchange.
Happy Are They Who Trust in Her
Happy are they who trust in Her, for it is her powerful womb in which we live and move and have our being.
If God is Like a Father
If God is like a Father, I pray God is nothing like me
Weeping, Confession, Resistance
Without weeping we’ll never get to confession, and without confession we’ll never build an effective resistance.
Remembering, Forgetting and the “F” Bomb
Any alternative narrative, any liberating vision, has to engage in an imaginative act of forgetting … and remembering.
The Gospel in Dangerous Times
A battle of stories, a conflict of myths. Everything hangs on the outcome. This is a matter of life and death. So which side are you on?
The Kingdom of God is an Invasive Species
The kingdom of God is plucky. It will not be rooted out. It will provide sustenance and home for those you’ve ignored, and those you've pushed to the side.
Beyond Smugness: The Beatitudes Again
If we can be smug about this radical teaching of Jesus, then we demonstrate in our very smugness that we don’t get it.
Donald, Pat and Jesus
A pastoral word for a persecuted President?
Revoicing the Psalms: Psalm 3
A day is coming // and that day has surely come // when the beat of the accusers // will be drowned out by // the rhythm of love.
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