God of Abraham, Miriam, Hannah, Rizpah, and David...
God of Elijah, Amos, Ruth, Isaiah, Deborah...
God of Mary, John the Baptizer, Peter, Paul, Philemon and Onesimus...
On the day he died, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. called his mother to give her his next Sunday's sermon title.
While my friend, Christine, sent me iPhone photos of the thousands of ecstatic Chicagoans she partied with last night in Grant Park, I pondered what I would write to you this morning.
President Obama, in taking the nation into its next chapter, I am counting on you to remember those who have been left behind and forgotten by too many of your predecessors.
Yesterday's election represents a watershed moment in the life and history of our country.
This weekend I found myself irritable, tired, and hungry. Not hungry for food, but with an ache in my spirit. A burdensome kind of discontent not easily soothed by quick fixes.
Activists, evangelical Christians, and Catholic Workers have joined in a hunger strike in downtown Los Angeles to expose the plight of immigrants in the United States and to motivate 1 million peop
10 issues to consider in casting a ballot.
Every day I am asked how I will be voting.