This Sunday, instead of a sermon, we had some writings and a short story (“The Three Hermits”) by a most unusual Christian: Leo Tolstoy.

Reflections on the recent papal encyclical concerning artificial intelligence.

My sermon for Pentecost: a world of the cracked will be saner by far.

God’s lovingkindness and forgiveness are not granted in exchange for value received; they’re freely given. And so should ours be.

How can we achieve the unity for which Jesus prayed—and what is “mutual indwelling,” anyway?

Cleopas invited a stranger to dinner, and that made all the difference.

Opus verbi viriditas: the work of the Word of God, at Easter and always, is to be greening things up.

Jesus taught and demonstrated humility … but Palm Sunday was something else.

Here’s something the New Testament author all agreed on: death is not the end.

The man born blind, whom Jesus heals, gets a long and loving portrayal in the Gospel of John. Ever wonder why?