If the church is a field hospital, I have known a place within the church where the wounded have flocked for many decades. I am speaking, of course, of Howard Gray.

Is there something in my life that I need to take time to ponder, time to understand?

We often imagine our own deaths, though typically what we picture is our funeral.

Teaching in prison, and a racially charged encounter, amplified my consciousness of race in religious imagery.

Believe it or not, it’s still Easter.