Belief is a true attachment that fastens believers to their Savior in ways unknown to the human eye.

A Nashville pastor contemplates the ‘why?’ of this week’s shooting.

While daylight helps many plants and animals grow and prosper, darkness offers an equally important time to rest.

Not much has changed since David’s day. There is still a famine of hope.

The inner critic never quits. It has home field advantage on the terrain of sadness.

I wonder about this named-yet-unknown quilt creator. Why did she craft this special quilt for our son?

Singing together is an essential activity when we gather for worship, lifting the spirit and nourishing the soul. But sometimes the sacred shows up elsewhere.

My ancestors were connected to the land in many ways, which connected them to the Creator.

“There’s something about love that builds up and is creative,” the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. declared in a sermon. “There is something about hate that tears down and is destructive.”

Seeing someone lift up their light inspires others to do the same.

I used to resent reminders to pray. I took their reminders of prayer to mean they thought that I was somehow to blame.

For 6-foot-8 people like myself, it’s a taste of heaven to be able to stretch out my long legs.

When the wind of passion leaves our sails, we beat the oars.

Although few today remember Alice’s story, historians recognize her as one of the first

people to use photography in a human rights campaign.

In her one question, I felt listened to, cared for, and not alone—and our conversation continued for quite a while.

If we refuse to keep each other’s company until our disputes have been settled, we will die alone.

Every week hundreds of people shuffle past this quiet image, which captures everything essential the church wants to communicate.

When our livelihood and community depend upon our ability to lead well, sharing openly that we are not doing well takes a leap of faith—sometimes an extraordinary one.

How different my own mealtime prayers feel from the solemn longing of the men of Gondor. I suspect many of us might feel the same.

Now that I am co-managing my own household with young kids, I wonder regularly, could my babysitter have been sincerely grateful for the atmosphere at my childhood home?

These stories, some of which he told in his 1967 bestselling book God’s Smuggler, only scratch the surface of Andrew’s adventurous personality and the contributions he made to the church.

As an officer of Synod 2022, I had a front-row seat to the heightened anxiety from all directions around these weighty matters.

I signed up to volunteer with the resettling agency, remembering how I had been surrounded by immigrants daily as I navigated the streets of New York City.