Good Friday reflections Each year hundreds of people carry the message of peace and justice across the heart of New York on Good Friday. For
I went to the desert to pray. It was the bleak midwinter of January. The brothers of the Benedictine Monastery in Northern New Mexico were welcoming and warm as always. But the landscape was naked …
Some years ago, I wrote a story about a Mennonite detective named Jake King. Jake speaks in that sardonic, world-weary voice made famous by Spade and Marlowe. Like his fictional predecessors, Jake gets bowled over by every Beautiful Woman who comes to him for help. And he is reminded that women can get along fine without him …
“For the law was given by Moses, but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ.—John 1:17 (KJV)” This is a most unfortunate translation of one of my favorite verses. Since the King James Version was used for so many generations, this translation framed the way English-speaking Christians have understood the two testaments …
In late January, I saw God at work in bringing a group of Christians to agreement on ways to better show hospitality to strangers who come to our communities …
I attend church fairly regularly. I am into biblical studies not only because it is interesting but because the Bible is the foundational text for the church and we need to understand it in all its complexities …
