When Tyre King was shot and killed by officers from the Columbus Police Department Wednesday evening, I was less than a mile away, sitting in a meeting room at Mt. Olivet Baptist Church.

Congressman John Lewis of Georgia appeared on a recent episode of The Late Show with Stephen Colbert.

I have a confession to make: I go to bed really late, and I tend to get up late as a result.

Sometimes I wonder if some of my fellow citizens live in an alternate universe from the one I inhabit.

In a DVD series called “DreamThinkBeDo,” which offers an introduction to progressive Christianity, the great Old Testament scholar Walter Brueggemann speaks about the suffering of the Hebrew slaves in Egypt, and how their cries reached the ears of Yahweh. When Yahweh heard their cries, he took action to deliver them from their bondage.

At Progressive Field the other night for the Indians’ latest shellacking of the Tigers, I was standing in line at the concession stand when it came time for the national anthem.

In my last two posts, I wrote about the pervasiveness of violence in our world, the temptation to use violence to combat violence, and my conviction that for myself, anyway, Jesus’s teachings and example prohibit my giving in to that temptation.

On my way to work Thursday morning, the song “If I Had a Rocket Launcher” came up on my playlist.

Next Monday is Memorial Day, and I must admit that I feel torn every time one of these patriotic, military-based holidays comes along.

It probably won’t pass, may not even make it to the floor of the legislature, but a bill has arisen that would police bathrooms in Ohio in a similar way that recently signed bills in North Carolina and Mississippi will soon do.

It’s kind of hard to believe, but this month marks thirty years since I graduated from high school. It’s hard for me to believe, anyway.

This weekend I will be officiating at my first same-sex wedding.