Tuesday's Muse

Moment Magnitude a feeble attempt at bringing order—or at least measurement to catastrophic release of seismic energy that leaves our planet...

As cultures, economies, faiths, and people’s lives intertwine in this ever-shrinking world, inequity of circumstances and resources inevitab...

I see a congregation that celebrates worship in two separate locations, at two separate times, in two separate styles, yet yearns to live, a...

Pastor Jessi recently introduced me to an online art form called “Wordle.” (http://wordle.net) The main page’s introduction reads: Wordle i...

We are stuffed, not just fed, clothes to wear, roof overhead. Christmas comes, begs us heed ones without even basic need. And why this call ...

You know the day is bound to be long When it’s called an “eve” at sunrise. Long it is for many folks in varied ways. Long for those whose ho...

It was December, 1993. Owen, our youngest, was one year old. Katie and Holly were seven and five, respectively. A puppy was on everyone’s (...