Why We Gather

There were no ceramic pumpkins on the table this year to mark the occasion. We didn’t eat off Grandma’s white plates with the brown flower pattern around the edges that were just retro enough to be cool again. There was no playing in the yard after dinner, the crunching of autumn leaves under our feet. […]

A Sliver of Light

You can always sit with us I think, feel, believe in my bones as I pinch my finger on a folding chair and cuss under my breath I think, feel, believe in my bones that it is always better to land on the side of love. Under my breath, I murmur I know I will […]

How Remembering Reorients Us

The first year I moved to the U.S., my parents and I wandered through the grocery store on Thanksgiving day and asked the man working behind the deli counter if we could buy a turkey. The man pointed to the sliced turkey meat on the side. My parents clarified, “We are looking for the whole […]

They Call Me Pastor

The week I got a church, some of my friends at seminary stopped using my name. They started calling me pastor, at least in greeting. When we saw each other in passing in the hallway they would call to me: “Hey, Pastor!” “How’s it going, Pastor!” “Praying for you, Pastor!” Pastor. Then, when I went […]

Mija, God Doesn’t Make Mistakes

By Gloria O’Hare My Grandma Cora has always been a firm believer in God. She never doubted His love and goodness, ever. She passed away this last December, and as heartbroken as I was and still am, I still have my memories of her I still hold on to. I cherish the words she always […]