Anger is a valid emotion, yet stewing in anger can eat away at our wholeness. Stewing in anger through Facebook creeping can hurt our journeys toward healing.

The work of reform needs quiet fighters as well as front line mavericks. Meekness is not weakness in the perseverance toward change.

I remember a lot of things at night: the emails not answered, the deadlines missed, the cookies I shouldn’t have eaten. I am practicing remembering God’s name above all.

Hurting people need to know that lament is not the absence of faith. Folx need to know that it is okay to cry out in pain when God’s promised protection is not evident.

I like to imagine us all as sparrows and swallows, finding little corners of this sacred space to make our homes—a divine ecosystem, all happy to dwell under the same roof.

The debate remains if inhospitality to immigrants is 'who we are' as a nation. But it is not who our God is. Our God prioritizes the needy and 'the safety for which they long.'

We don’t get a say in our inheritance, the pains transmitted from ancestor to descendant. But the emotional and spiritual inheritance that we leave behind? That’s another story.

On this day, of all days, we repent of our divisive ways, we commit to cooperate instead of conspire, and we find our security in the God of Many Names and No Borders.

If you’ve been gripped by self-doubt and felt the overwhelming urge to run and hide, Psalm 91 says, 'Go for it!' Imagine God as a big ol’ bird with a down chest to snuggle against.

In the eyes of God, “darkness” is not an underbelly, not an underdog position, not a thing to fear. Darkness is healing space, resting space, uninterrupted space for blessings.