Our shared name is a constant reminder that the work I do today is not on behalf of some shapeless ideal of a better world, but for the world that my children will grow up in.

It took the theft of our church’s tabernacle for me to comprehend the sanctity of its contents.

I feel qualified to tell everyone who has not attempted to nurse an infant to shut it.

Sometimes, standing in a spot and truly acknowledging pain may be the best thing we can do.

For people who live in New York City, Times Square is a nightmare place, a hellish whirlpool of bodies, noise and capitalism. But this weekend I discovered something new and not awful there.

The greatest evangelization we can offer is a joyful church.