“Choosing to get pregnant in a war is the closest experience I’ve had to the experience of getting baptized.”
In her wartime pregnancy, Sara Miles began a journey into suffering and love whose redemptive meaning cracked open in her Baptism. Unique as it is in its details, her story is the story of all the baptized. (“By Water and Fire“) Continue reading
Since Mitch McConnell silenced Elizabeth Warren in the Senate, the words he used to justify his action have become a social media byword for principled resistance. “She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted.” The words—or the shorthand “she persisted”—accompanied pictures of renowned female leaders ranging from Rosa Parks to Queen Elizabeth I. Continue reading
Fire warms us in the cold and pushes back the darkness at night. Those same flames can reduce our homes to ashes and consume our flesh.
So when Jesus talks about fire, maybe we shouldn’t rush to erase the ambiguity packed into fire imagery. Instead, we can learn a lesson about passion—divine and human—by staying with that double meaning for a while. Continue reading
[Listen to Audio] Some friends had just treated Joy and me to dinner in an upscale restaurant in a large urban setting. On the way to the parking deck, I glimpsed a man holding a toddler in one arm and a bit of cardboard with handwriting on it in his free hand.
The light was muted and the man was at a little distance, so I couldn’t read the message on the makeshift sign. But I knew that he was asking for help.
Nobody else in the group saw the two of them. I let the group’s momentum and the rest of the pedestrian traffic sweep me on toward the car.
And I regretted it. I still do. Continue reading
If you spend your life pursuing happiness, it will always elude you.
That’s counterintuitive. So, let me explain by way of a story.
I totally bombed a timed essay competition in high school. The topic was the American Dream. Continue reading
[Listen to the Audio] Gunshots have been greeting us in the early morning hours of our weekends. The thump, thump and the crack, crack, crack penetrate our shutters before the sunlight can.
We’re not hearing gang turf battles or drug deals gone wrong. Duck hunters and deer hunters are opening fire at first light. From experience I also know that boats equipped with high-powered motors and sonar gear—along with a variety of smaller, humbler craft—are making their way more silently to fishing holes.
For us, this is business as usual. Our home sits by a lake in the midst of a massive pine forest. It’s hunting season. And if you’re the fishing sort, only work and foul weather keep you off the water. Continue reading