Joyce Hollyday is a co-founder and co-pastor of Circle of Mercy, an ecumenical congregation in Asheville, North Carolina. She is the author of several books, including Clothed with the Sun: Biblical Women, Social Justice, and Us and Then Shall Your Light Rise: Spiritual Formation and Social Witness. She was a founding member of Witness for Peace, a grassroots organization committed to nonviolence and led by faith and conscience. She was formerly the Associate Editor for Sojourners.
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A Sermon on Giving Thanks.
Remembering Al Smith
Open Door opens it's doors to everyone.
An Invitation to Faith
In the half-light of dawn, in a graveyard, it might have been tempting to believe that their eyes were playing tricks.
Women At Work
In the world of the last few decades, work and family patterns have undergone dramatic upheaval.
It was an unusual sight--40 people walking through our neighborhood, from house to house, carrying forks.
'Usual Operating Procedures'
To look into the eyes of Gustavo Parajon is to see compassion and integrity.
The Grand Canyon
The sun was about to slip behind a grove of Ponderosa pines, the sweet-smelling bark of which tinged the air with a scent like butterscotch.
A Messenger Of God's Truth
On 1879, four years before Sojourner Truth died, a Louisville, Kentucky newspaper said of her, "The oldest truth nowadays is Sojourner."
A Woman of Faith and Fire
A baptism of a new faith member
My experience at Norway Christian conference called "KORSVEI."
Connections in the Body
A biblical image of community
Vengeance Gets Its Day in Court
A nationwide rise in vindictive activity toward death row prisoners and their advocates seems to confirm a trend of opinion about the death penalty in the last two decades.
The city was still blanketed in early-morning drowsiness. The sun, an orange glint on the eastern horizon, shone through broad-leafed trees. A stooped man in a gray uniform swept discarded candy wrappers and crushed soda cans into a container.
I imagined it was like the start of every other day on Capitol Hill, though I wasn't sure. I had never been there before at dawn.
Some of our small group had spent all night on the east steps of the Capitol. Others arrived at various hours throughout the night to take part in a round-the-clock vigil during the days preceding the second contra aid vote in the House of Representatives.
There was less attention than usual paid to a group of Christians praying for the people of Nicaragua and lifting up the names of the victims of the contra war. As the president had hoped, America's attention was focused elsewhere. It was April 15—the day after the U.S. air strike on Libya.
We were told that the attack was intended to put an end to terrorism. But even the president himself seemed not to believe his words. During the night huge dump trucks were parked across the entrance roads to the Capitol. The orange and white trucks dotted our view and stood as a last line of defense against potential retaliatory suicide-bombing missions on the Capitol by angry Libyans. As the usual flood of tour buses began to enter the Capitol plaza, German shepherds were guided out of police wagons bearing the K-9 insignia and set loose to sniff at luggage compartments for bombs.
A college memory
Voices Out of the Silence
Recovering the biblical witness of women.
It was an unusually difficult week.
An Unanswered Question
At 11:39 a.m. on Tuesday, January 28, the world changed for millions of children.
Nouns and Adverbs
The other side of the pain is resurrection.
'You Shall Not Afflict ...'
A biblical perspective on women and poverty.