The Liturgical Year

Happy birthday, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, my old friend. Today, you are 107.

The heaviest burden: “What, if some day or night, a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: ‘This life, as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but

This Martin Luther King, Jr., Day should unsettle us more than usual. It's not because President Obama is celebrating his inauguration today. It's because, almost fifty years since the composition of King's Letter from a Birmingham Jail, his greatest epistle to the Church, we risk more than ever before being the people he accuses of

I did a lot of traveling on Epiphany. One place where I stopped on my journey was at Seattle's Church of the Apostles, more commonly known as COTA. I had heard a bit about COTA, that they were doing interesting things with liturgical community in the ELCA/ECUSA partnership. I have a few friends who are

Ash Wednesday is sexy. At least, in comparison to the rest of Lent. We've gone through the excess of Tuesday and have become painfully self-aware on Wednesday. We've all felt very communal and together and we've gotten over our hangovers and we've washed our faces and now everything has the potential to go back to