Like many of you, I haven’t left my house in over a month at this point. Unlike many of you, this isn’t the first time. Chronic illness as it turns…

“On Maundy Thursday we discover that even when everything has been taken away, something remains,” Richard Lister said a few years back. I sit here looking into a strange and…

“i don’t have a palm to wave my voice is hoarse from wasted hosannas” So begins Kaitlin Shetler’s poem “Palm Sunday,” a stunning lament for our time. In many churches,…