God hears our cries. In our misery and pain, she hears us. And in answering us, she calls us. Calls us to move past the pain, past the misery, to her warm embrace, to the peace that surpasses all understanding.

As I approach 90, I am less concerned with outward appearances—things like what I wear, how my hair looks, what others think of me—and more concerned with my inner life and how I relate to the world around me.

The practice of remembering death may sound grim, but not so long ago, it was considered an essential part of the Christian tradition.

Today, it is easier than ever for activists to command attention for a moment but harder to form the lasting relationships and organizations that are also needed to make lasting change.

Are we tired of working in a system of mere productivity and efficiency that fails to acknowledge our humanity and that of others?

I have found that praying 15 minutes every day is an important form of self-care.