In The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot famously wrote: April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land...

In The Nonviolent Atonement, J. Denny Weaver offers a crucial alternative to the standard understanding of the events we commemorate during Holy Week.

Last night I read that Chicago has already had twice as many homicides in the first sixty days of 2016 as it did during the same period last year.

Last Sunday I preached about how Jesus incarnates God as a mother hen who places herself between her chicks and the fox, sacrificing her own life to save the lives of her children.

Eleven years ago I married into a family of Episcopalians. Sarah’s father is the recently retired bishop of the Diocese of New Jersey, and Sarah describes herself as a “cradle Episcopalian.”

I’m not a hardcore Calvinist by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s hard not to give credence to one of the main principles of that theological tradition: the notion of total depravity.

The candles in the Advent wreath symbolize expectation, and a growing excitement as the time of fulfillment draws nearer.

Perhaps it’s appropriate that Donald Trump made his latest (and, to date, most) inflammatory remarks on December 7, “a date which will live in infamy,” as President Roosevelt famously called it.

The headline in The Columbus Dispatch this morning says simply, “Another Massacre.”

My wife recently told me about a web site she visits from time to time. It’s a category on Reddit.com (a “sub-Reddit”) called “No No No YES!”

Happy Thanksgetting. Win the Holidays. These are two of the advertising taglines I have seen already this holiday season, and they bug me.

It's funny how quickly one’s sense of security can become wobbly. On my way to work Wednesday, my car started acting up.