In quiet corners of our communities, people are still committed to one another’s good, even across deep difference. 

Our participation in the electoral process forms us and trains us. Into whose image and toward what vision of goodness—well, that all depends.

If I am to follow Jesus into loving God with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength, then I must do it here, right where I am.

The love and life of Christ in our home bears witness to the truth that our family, our home, our street is caught up in something not just a century old, but something eternal.

A few nights ago Sam and I bundled up (one of us using Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer finger puppets as a glove—pick your battles, they tell me), and set out to deliver some Christmas gifts to the houses on our street.