Not Me
From the Auschwitz death camp, the Franciscan priest Maximilian Kolbe wrote to his mother, "Do not worry about me or my...
Confession
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Horse Backwash
When I served as a campus minister at Harvard, I sometimes wondered if I belonged there. Everyone seemed to have themsel...
When God Already Knows
"How's your week been?" I asked him. He started talking about the stress of his studies. It was safe terrain, and I knew...
Holiness Happens When We Stop Hiding
I was twenty-four, running through a park near Waynoka Avenue in Memphis. Mile two, maybe three. The cold air burned my...
Broken Tablets
I looked out at everyone singing and praising God. For me, silence felt more honest. After yelling at my family on the w...
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