Looking back on my summers spent at a beloved Unitarian Universalist retreat.
We cannot hear unless there is silence.
We do ourselves a real disservice when we discount our bodies as unworthy of reverence.
Optimism often lies, but hope never fails.
I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.
I couldn't help but connect the plight of these migrants to my own family history.
Why do we expect others to feel at home when what’s around them seems so different from what they are used to?
¿Estamos dispuestos a incluir personas de diferentes culturas en nuestras congregaciones?
Standing in the shadow of the nebulae.
If our beliefs have meaning, we must act as if our souls depend on it.
There's enough for you. There's enough for me. We don't have to throw anybody under the bus.
Suffering is not redemptive; we must take human responsibility for eradicating it.