I can’t relate to the “flaming darts” Scripture tells me to avoid. But cicadas I know. (Or at least I will very soon.)

Two nationally distributed op-ed pieces speak of religion and faith, each from a completely different worldview. Together they lead me to a question about myself.

We tend to look at forgiveness as a Big Deal. But making it a daily practice frees us for a better way to live.

On this quiet Saturday before the hallelujahs of the resurrection, what are we willing to ponder as we pause at the grave of Jesus?

Our solution to the problem of pandemic isolation is similar to the way many Americans are relating to each other. It’s a trend for the church to notice.

Have you ever wondered about all the people whose names did not make it into the Bible? Have you ever decided you’re OK with joining their anonymous crowd?

I’ve known this truth for decades. But still I’m trying to figure out how to apply it.

With last Saturday’s post on the same topic, what an encouraging list of possibilities for concerned Christians!

Now is the time for white people concerned about racial healing to do something. Several simple ideas here.

What does it mean that, at this late date, I still don’t fully grasp what life is like for my African-American friend?

A preacher remembers Covid-19 funerals and his experience with the grieving at the many gravesides where he has presided.

My friend asked the question days ago, and, as someone who has made many Facebook posts, I’m still not sure I like my answer.

Jesus, whose birth was accompanied by a slaughter of innocents, looks at our suffering and says, “Don’t worry.” How can this be?

Increasingly peripheral. Heard, but not heeded. Contributing if we’re lucky, but not leading. These are the conversations I’m having with my peers.

One of my fondest memories of 2020 is also one of the simplest. And it gives me a clue for how to cope with the months ahead.

“Is it over? Is Christmas really over? I’m not complaining, Lord, really I’m not. But like so many other items on our 2020 calendar, Christmas this year came too soon.”

When I look at the sons in my life, I shudder to realize the gift God gave when he sent the world—when he sent me—his Son.

So often we hear, “Christmas is for children.” But those who first encountered Baby Jesus were very much adults.

This year we’ve seen waiting like we’ve never witnessed before. Maybe our pandemic-forced waiting can encourage us to embrace the Biblical picture of “wait.”

I have my list of what I’ll enjoy after Covid-19 is behind us. But I’m thinking today about what will never be the same. Maybe my relationship with God can be stronger than ever.