My three year old daughter just entered the “Why?” phase of childhood. Everything around us provides endless possibilities for questions. Why is it dark out? Why do I have to go to sleep? Why don’t we eat boogers? As I’ve listened to her unending curiosity, I’ve become convinced that this inquisitiveness is one reason why…
Blood on My Hands
The other day, quite unintentionally actually, I found myself in Chapel at my school, Pittsburgh Theological Seminary. I am a marvelously busy guy these days, and Chapel is one thing that just seems to fall off my radar screen each week. But I was having lunch with someone who wanted to swing by Chapel first,…
The Flint Water Crisis: A Fight for Living Water
What is a person to do when their very source of existence is contaminated? Where do you go when the persons responsible for your well-being reduce your present and future health considerations to cold-eyed economic calculations? To whom do you turn when the boundless future imagined for one’s children are constrained by the reality that…