Tag: church

  • Boulders and Tank Tops

    This is Week 2 of our Lent series. Click here for week 1. In a small coffee shop, a friend sits across from me, anger in his voice as he recounts a conversation from a campus pastor from the prior week: “I thought God loved me,” my friend says. “He does, but you have to…

  • Right and Wrong

    We can keep being right. But aren’t you kinda tired of that?

  • Those Who Seek Wisdom

    Bryce introduces our summer series through Chapter 2 of Sirach.

  • The Covenant

    How do we as queer Christians respond in this moment of overwhelming grief and anger?

  • The Dissent

    Bryce discusses the holy work of dissenting and a worrying rise in censorship in two of his faith communities.

  • Couch Churches: Confronting Trauma, Friendship, and Tomorrow

    Part Three: The Couch My thoughts drift again to communion, and then to worship, the kind that brings you to your knees and throws your arms in the air without prompting. The kind of worship that leads you to speak in tongues. The kind that makes a fool out of you. The kind of childhood.…

  • Couch Churches: Confronting Trauma, Friendship, and Tomorrow

    Part Two: Buildings and Bodies Sitting on a couch, legs tucked under me and sipping on milk and kahlúa, I’m thinking about holy communion. I’m thinking about it so much I move towards interrupting my friend to ask if he has any salted crackers downstairs, and a bit of wine to rinse. But I don’t.…

  • Couch Churches: Confronting Trauma, Friendship, and Tomorrow

    Part One: Trauma I have a complicated relationship with church, both as a building and as a body. As the son of a church worker, I suppose some of that is to be expected. Long days spent at the church instead of daycare, hearing typical workplace drama about your pastoral staff, and the like make…

  • True Strength and Courage

    Read Joshua Chapter 1 On Your Own It begins with the death of a father. In a valley, they bury a 120 year old man. For 30 long and bitter days, a nation weeps. And then, out of the chaos and longing, a call is heard: Pick up your stuff and go, no harm will…