This Mother’s Day, I long for my grandmother’s Ponds-scented soft skin, Jamaican-lilting voice, and treasured hands clasped in prayer morning, noon, and night. She’s gone—died almost 16 years ago, taken in a whirlwind of unconsciousness and impotent medical interventions. Grandma lived with my parents and me for many years. I observed her daily, on...

There are dangerous things going on when we pray, my friends.
Dangerous, wondrous, life-changing things.
The ways of the world are upset, the dynamic, ever-fluid partnership that God Almighty has established with the people of God is alive and well and making a difference.

An ancient storyteller named Aesop told a fable about the north wind and the sun. It opens with a challenge about a traveler's cloak. The north wind bets the sun that he can get that cloak off the traveler.

When I hear someone talk about being more “missional” or “incarnational” in my faith, I wonder where I’m supposed get all that time to hang out with people and build relationships with my neighbors. I don’t have a job that is ministry related, affording me the flexibility to hang out in coffee shops or on my neighbor’s porch. I spend nearly half my...