In Tacoma, Minneapolis, and elsewhere, people without housing have taken over buildings. by Caitlin Yoshiko Kandil
What my bad sermons made bland, our sanctuary made sweet. by Zen Hess
My feet hurt. To distract myself, I'm recalling my professional failures. by Karl Travis
When words fail, the church sings—especially on Trinity Sunday. by JoAnn A. Post Trinity B archives
We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: “spark.”
Two new books on praying, caring, and acting for the earth by Clint Schnekloth
