When I was growing up in Lancaster, PA, my best friend, Luke was the son of a Greek Orthodox priest. Since I was the son of a Lutheran pastor, we had a look to talk about, often comparing and contrasting our different traditions. The one difference that always stood out to me was Easter, as it...

One of the Pharisees asked Jesus to eat with him, and he went into the Pharisee’s house and took his place at the table. And a woman in the city, who was a sinner, having learned that he was eating in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster jar of ointment. She stood behind him at his...

Eve Mirriam, a native of Philadelphia, captures something of the beauty of not just poetry but also, I think, creativity itself. She invites us to consider making two moves: the first is attentiveness. Trace it’s shape, pay attention to its movement, follow its life, chew and smell and see...

“To what then will I compare the people of this generation, and what are they like? They are like children sitting in the market-place and calling to one another, ‘We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we wailed, and you did not weep.’ 
For John the Baptist has come...