If we want to heal the division between the church and the gay community, we have to meet them, humbly, where they are.

In my lifetime, I do not recall having so many reasons to cry and send up my sighs to Mary for help and hope.

In Iraq, I witnessed death and tragedy, and without faith, I had no way to process it.

“The Church of the Long Run” has become an important practice for Christians across denominations.

To reflect upon Cornelia’s life today is inevitably to lament it.

It is astonishing to think that God would choose to enter the world this way: as a fragile newborn who could not even hold up his own head without help.