My three year old daughter just entered the “Why?” phase of childhood. Everything around us provides endless possibilities for questions. Why is it dark out? Why do I have to go to sleep? Why don’t we eat boogers? As I’ve listened to her unending curiosity, I’ve become convinced that this inquisitiveness is one reason why…
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Blood on My Hands
The other day, quite unintentionally actually, I found myself in Chapel at my school, Pittsburgh Theological Seminary. I am a marvelously busy guy these days, and Chapel is one thing that just seems to fall off my radar screen each week. But I was having lunch with someone who wanted to swing by Chapel first,…
The Flint Water Crisis: A Fight for Living Water
What is a person to do when their very source of existence is contaminated? Where do you go when the persons responsible for your well-being reduce your present and future health considerations to cold-eyed economic calculations? To whom do you turn when the boundless future imagined for one’s children are constrained by the reality that…