“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,…

I’m still in the process of unpacking what happened during the Ruby Woo Pilgrimage because it was just so much in so little time. So in order to share that…