My colleague Jane and I met over Zoom with a congregational leader in Brooklyn, New York a few months into the COVID-19 pandemic. Tears flowed as the woman...
Author - Jessie Bazan
A creak in the old floorboard announces my presence. The blue-haired cashier twists from her perch behind the counter as I enter the co-op. Her young eyes warm...
Of all the great Triduum teachers, trees captivate me the most. I make a point to wander through my local arboretum each Good Friday. These Midwestern trees...
Broken can be beautiful too. This is the lesson of kintsugi, an ancient Japanese art form that gives new life to broken pottery. The word kintsugi means “to...
Readings (Year B) Jonah 3:1-5, 10Psalms 25:4-5, 6-7, 8-91 Corinthians 7:29-31Mark 1:14-20 Reflection: Christian unity This past August, a colleague and I...
I never imagined Eucharist could smell like beef stew—until it did. Church bells toll across campus. Each gong sings through the early evening air with...
Walk slowly, and bow often. Mary Oliver nestles this sage piece of advice in the middle of her poem “When I Am Among the Trees.” It’s a poem I committed to...
“I would hear white students use the n-word freely.” “Sophomore year, the professor assumed that because I was Black, I attended an inner-city school and grew...
Right now, there is a city—and a people—on fire. Hundreds are flooding Minneapolis streets to demand justice for George Floyd: a fiancé, a father, and as of...
