Our life’s ultimate meaning
‘Salvation’ isn’t a word Unitarian Universalists use much anymore.
Transforming a vandal’s cinderblock.
Committing to love and hope
A black UU and her mostly white church grow and change together, and challenge one another.
The disturbing inbreaking of inconvenient truth
When I try to detour around the promptings of the Holy, I inevitably get busted.
Be open to resurrection
We need to be open to resurrection—looking up, not down; listening, not stopping up our ears; feeling deeply rather than numbing ourselves with the daily routine.
Arguments in the margins
It was precisely my emergent humanist belief that equipped me to face what seemed a death sentence.
Piecing myself back together
There’s a fine line between medicine and poison, powerlessness and agency.
A gym for the soul
A covenant group is like a gym for the soul, an oasis in the desert.
Translucent alabaster captures the spirit of fire.
A story of light and darkness
The light and the dark are like twins.
Song in my soul
With Unitarian Universalist youth communities this past summer, I sang—to grieve and to celebrate.
The awe comes easy, and thankfulness follows
Get me outside myself, say, in a yurt on an island, and whoa—there are the stars, and crickets, the body I live in, the images of the people I love.