In which the Daughters of Zelophehad lay down the smack for Moses and the assembled Israelites, and God gives them a solid thumbs-up.
In which my love of astronomy collides with Genesis 2. And feminism. And Jesus.
The despairing parents and the frightened children on our border need the comfort of the gospel that the will of the God who has claimed them and loved them is for their safety and their peace…but I think we might need it even more.
It’s not every day that an old friend from college asks me to read and review their book about those times they were committed to the psych ward.
Jesus goes to the cross for everyone: he goes for the Pharisees just as much as he goes for the tax collectors and the Gentiles. He goes for the people who have figured out how to sing the scale just as much as he goes for those lost in discord and disharmony.
I spoke last night on the steps of the PA State Capitol at a vigil for the victims of Las Vegas. Here's what I said.
Super-sad spoiler alert: My dog died. It sucked.