When I hear Dr. Kent Brantley thanking God for sparing his life, as well as thanking the public for their many prayers, I cannot help but wonder, What about the 1200 Africans who died of Ebola? Why were you spared but they were not?
I am praying today, with my hands raised high, for a nation in which black boys are not feared, a nation in which they also need not fear for their safety.
I worry that this is a dying art -- the ability to be unconnected to technology, and to instead focus on in person relationships, prayer, connectedness, and reflection.
Does God REALLY hear my prayers? And if God REALLY did hear my prayers, how come nothing has happened? How prophetic can one golf commentator be? ...
Out on the trail, the loudest sound I heard was the rain when the wind shook it from the pines. Between the quiet, the rest, the reading and the walking, I had an unusual sensation that my chest had expanded and my head was lighter.
Since first encountering his work, I have been a great admirer of Larry Dossey, M.D. -- a New York Times bestselling author of several books, as well ...
This week, Jews around the world are marking Tisha B'Av, a day of mourning for all that is broken in ourselves and in our world. Judaism generally pla...
This was more than a moment. This was a peace demonstration. Peace is a human right. Every human being has a right to live a peaceful life. Every human being has a right to enjoy a life that is not ravaged by war, hatred, terror and tragedy.
My hope is that, like Trungpa's idea of an empty heart, each time I am re-souled through Shabbat, there is more tenderness and less tangibility, a waking up of my soul, an opening of my heart, and a chance to practice making everything holy, at least one day a week.
I've come to trust in the divine to pilot my life and work out every detail, giving me peace of mind before I know how it will all turn out.
When I was pregnant, I got tired of talking about having a baby. When I finally had my little darling, I became weary of talking only about nap time and Sponge Bob. Now I find I am getting a little frustrated with this whole 'getting older' thing.
Prayer can be a time of healing and recalibration. It can be a time for doubts and concerns. It can be a time when you reaffirm what you really believe is important, what you want to do with your life. The big thing is that it gives you the chance to choose the light every day.
In these remaining few hours or Ramadan, do your best to spend a little bit of time with yourself and look inside your heart to see what are you carrying with you as you leave this month. Each of you has so much to share with this world.
An effort by the pro-LGBT group Truth Wins Out (TWO) to block the opening of a private Bible museum in the Nation's Capital is a misguided assault on constitutional protections that properly protect everyone, including LGBT Americans and their opponents.
Why does prayer feel both right and normal to me and crazy, too? The best I can do is offer this analogy. In the movie Close Encounters of the Thir...
I serve as a University Chaplain for New York University and Executive Director of the Islamic Center at NYU. Earlier today, I delivered a short sermon that I was recommended to share with you by some of my community members as today's reflection.