It's impossible to separate our contemporary practice of the death penalty from our history around race and slavery, and specifically, lynching. Where lynchings were happening 100 years ago is where executions are happening today. And that's a haunting and eerie thing.

We are setting ourselves up for disappointment if our hope is built on anything less than Jesus.

The monastic folks have the spirit of being in the world but not of the world, sort of peculiar people who have gone to the desert to live on the margins of the empire.

It's hard to hear the gentle whisper of the Spirit amid the noise of Christendom.

I'm excited we can be part of making the death penalty history.

We might hope to change the world through better, bigger programs to stop global warming, but global warming will not end unless people become less greedy and less wasteful, gaining a fresh vision of what it means to love our global neighbor.

Believe in miracles. And live in a way that might necessitate one.