Let’s begin again. As always, every beginning is in the middle of what has already happened. Enter memories. As far back as I can remember, whenever someone in my family dies,...

Today’s text is a fitting reading for the first Sunday after Christmas because it is one of the earliest statements we have about who Jesus is. It is Christology in the...

This has been a difficult season to be happy. Considering the many uproars in our nation, communities, churches—and even our homes if we are honest—it’s been a time of turmoil and...

Babies come from God. Children are gifts from the Holy One that can remind us of life, love, hope, possibilities, and a future. I am reminded of special moments in the...

As a clergywoman, my vocational path has been colorful. I have served in many ways, many places, and with different people. One of the most profound roles I served was as...

Beautiful are the feet of those who announce peace. . . . Beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news and announce salvation.” In my community, the many feet...

My biological parents were respected community leaders in the Haitian community where I grew up in New Jersey. They would often tell me that bearing their name came with a certain...

It took me a while to understand that the true essence of praise is to be my authentic self. Coming from a charismatic church tradition, I was taught that praising God...

It was Christmas Eve, and we gathered for worship in Memory Care behind locked doors. I read the Christmas story from Luke, and we sang the familiar Christmas carols. Most of...

During Advent I always made sure to visit the homebound in my congregation. It was near Christmas when I went to visit Mrs. Sharman and her family. Lizzie lived in a...