I completely understand the innkeeper who answered the knock on his door to find two strangers, complete with donkey and a child about to be born. I understand his frustration, his exhaustion, his feeling of having nothing more to give. His not wanting to linger at the threshold explaining. He’s...

by Kat Speeckaert As my church life starts gearing up for Advent I find myself, once again, filled with a heavy dread. I hate this season. The past few years have been marked by the same feeling of wanting this to not be happening. I want Advent to be over....

I leave my home to go to work before the sun rises, and most of the people I encounter are huddled against the wind or trying to drink coffee without either missing the bus or spilling it all over themselves. For the most part, we look at the ground, we...

Back in 2002, I attended a prayer service where the topic was idolatry. At the end of the sermon, the presenter stepped away from the lectionary and bowed right at a vase of flowers on the altar before going back to his seat. It seemed fitting in a service focused...