After the 1992 riots following the first Rodney King verdict, I joined a delegation of international church leaders to Los Angeles.
On May 12, 1982, Thony Green woke about dawn to put on the coffee at the Open Door Community in Atlanta.
Tiesha became nervous as Ann and I took her trick or treating through Columbia Heights. "I hope they don't shoot you two!" she said.
Oops. Actually our 25th anniversary issue is coming up later this fall. I just forgot. I've been forgetting a lot lately since I'm getting older and...what was I saying?
Sojourners has invaded cyberspace. Or perhaps it's the other way around.
I confess to being a year behind the curve on this whole ER thing. I know it's supposed to be the bright hope of network drama-dom.
THE AUTHORS OF OUR cover article, "Can We Talk?," Andrea Ayvazian and Beverly Daniel Tatum, have worked together as anti-racism trainers and consultants since 1988...
LIKE GRAHAM AND NOLA Daniell of Perth, Australia, and the ancient Israelites, it is my practice to begin reading Sojourners on the back page.
I AM A PASTOR of a congregation in a rural community and many of our members are farmers, so I have appreciated the attention you have given over the years to rural issues and sustainable agriculture...
IT WAS WITH A certain sense of dismay that I read through your November-December 1995 issue.
I could swim in this sea, this sea of Black helix hair and fleecy locks, waves of caramel,honey,Blue Black,Red brown chocolate faces...
ALTHOUGH I HAVE NOT found the new online relationships that Bob Sabath has, I do find that my e-mail exchanges with existing friends have greatly enhanced our relationships and assisted us in keeping in touch.
THE RECENT ISSUE of Sojourners seemed to me ironically to carry the seeds of its own critique.
Calling corporations and unions to their true vocations in the Detroit newspaper strike.
I WAS GLANCING at a back issue of Sojourners last night. Jim Wallis recounted the wretched events that took place in Chicago this summer ("Hearts & Minds," September-October 1995).
These reflections actually began with Christmas, the incomprehensible feast celebrating the unbelievable fact: God with us, God loving us (see "Living the Word," November-December 1995).