I go, every week, to this place on Main Street. I call it church, but others say it’s a mental health drop-in center. Every week I sit with my friends while they eat. Many of them pay for their food, but some cannot afford to, though the price is very low. They eat anyway, and…
These days it’s been hard to be a pastor at Bethlehem’s Christmas Evangelical Lutheran Church. What do you say on Sunday after the bombing in Gaza on Friday night, when we didn’t sleep all night trying to get news, fearing the worst? Seventeen people were killed in one bombing, including the sister of one of…
When a close friend began to follow the teachings of a faith healing ministry in Texas, I was guarded and suspicious. I had a vague idea of what they would say – that disability was the result of sin and if you prayed hard enough, you could be healed – but I was shocked by…
“Can you see the ghosts?” The two of us stood on a stretch of concrete between barbed wire fence and stout brick barracks. My heart wrenched as I nodded yes to my mom’s question. Yes, I could see the ghosts of Vught Concentration Camp. The ghosts were despondent prisoners with drooping postures and hollow eyes….
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