Anthony B. Robinson
I have a feeling that this busy—too busy—church may be coming to an end, dying, in our own time. I have a sense that there's a yearning, deep and beyond easy articulation, for something we might call "simple church."
Charity can do a lot of good, but charity also sometimes brings dented castoffs from the back of the pantry to the food drive and calls it love.
Maren C. Tirabassi
Ellie adapted and adjusted to limitations caused by aging, redefining loss as opportunity.
We don't know the moment God will choose to accomplish the good it would take us forever to do. It could be any moment. It could be every moment.
Warning: I'm about to say something unchristian.
Very few of us are able to be free of our perch or our point of view.
When I was a child church evoked two emotions: boredom and awe.
Maybe the Bible's stories are alive all around us, and it's our job to find ways to tell the old, old stories in beautiful new ways.
"When my mother was diagnosed with cancer," a friend shared recently, "one of the greatest gifts was the nurse in the oncologist's office."
The time famine is the pervasive feeling that we don't have enough time.