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When I am not sure but have to make a choice, I choose to risk erring on the side of love and inclusion.

When I was appointed as a delegate to synod the first week of March, and I was immediately asked about it, all I could say was, "I don't know."

 Jesus is effectively declaring in Luke 24:44 that the entire Old Testament is pointing to him.

Riding the bus home from the swimming pool several years ago, I found myself in a communication conundrum.

St. Patrick’s effective ministry to the Celtic people can show us a path for the here and now.

We have all been adopted into the family of God. But my experiences have given me a deeper understanding of that reality.

With Dobbs, we now have Pro-life 3.0, a movement that finds itself free to be much more politically creative and nimble, particularly as it works to support women and protect prenatal children at the state level.

I’ve learned that true Christlike listening involves sacrificing my own agenda for an interaction and truly entering into someone else’s story with empathy and compassion.

This cart was built and used regularly by the Métis people of the prairie provinces and early settlers in Canada for transport of goods during the early 1800s.

Economically vulnerable people of color are significantly more anti-abortion than rich white folks are.

The best story that has ever happened to me is the one I almost never tell.

God can do more with this than we can see.

Looking forward, the road is precarious. Many signs indicate we are a denomination in poor health.

As a pro-life activist my whole adult life, I never thought I’d live to see the end of Roe v. Wade, if that’s what this is.

What do we do when the pain and struggle are ongoing, and the happy ending doesn’t appear?

Today, when opinion is taken to be fact and fact taken as opinion, there seems to be a wide array of approaches as to how to deal with change.

There is a well-known sculpture, called The End of the Trail, that exemplifies this theme for Native Americans and Indigenous people.

Human language—in all its variety and vitality—is a glorious reflection of our being made in the image of a God who created the world through his word, a God who is the Word.

There was a secret message Jesus wanted to whisper into the hearts of the servants, in the back room where the jars were kept.

I love giving advice. It’s one of my spiritual gifts, my love language, my default mode when someone has anything off-kilter in their life.

We believe the answer to this question is in understanding the cultural paradox of our faith.

The imagery of building is not primarily intended to convey physical construction with brick and mortar; rather, building means extending the work of God in the world.

During my 14 days in isolation, I learned four lessons from this form of suffering.