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Over the last few weeks, I’ve felt a growing pressure, mostly internal, but now also external, to say something about what’s happening in the streets of Minneapolis. The images are horrifying. The headlines can be numbing. The enforcement tactics being used against protesters who are exercising what I thought were clearly protected First and Second Amendment rights are deeply troubling to me. In fact, I find many of the tactics deployed in American streets and communities flat out morally repugnant. My civics and social studies teachers would be proud (or horrified) that I recognize what’s happening as a full-on cheese-grater to the Constitution shredding ourRead More →

When I pray, I try to be as honest and humble as I can be. I try not to approach God as if I have special problems that are more important than anyone else’s. I try to say, “I need help, please help me,” and “Please help my loved ones,” and “Please help us all.” My interpretation of how Jesus instructs us to pray is that he asks us to be direct, to say what we mean. But I also try not to make any attempt to manipulate God because, like anyone else, I can’t presume to be special enough to do so. I amRead More →