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Voices of Faith

Unlikely messengers

God entrusted the most important news ever to women. Two thousand years before the #metoo movement and the proliferation of high-profile women courageously offering testimonies that chill the soul like…

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From east to west: A blessed journey

On Feb. 23, I left my home of 13 years in Turnersville, N.J., to travel cross country to Lodi, Calif. I was relocating for a new call as associate pastor…

I’m a Lutheran: José Torres
Voices of Faith

I’m a Lutheran: José Torres

Congregation: Misión Mesa Abierta, Kenner, La. Occupation: Construction worker  I believe God always provides and never abandons nor forgets us, no matter what. I believe in God’s great love for us that…

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Perspective: The Jefferson litmus test—a cautionary tale in white fragility

Editor’s note: This entry is the second of a multipart series on white fragility. Read the introduction here. Every other Tuesday through mid-May, look for new posts from Martin Zimmann…

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The truth-teller

In high school I had a superb English teacher, a 45-year-old bachelor at the time, whom we affectionately called “Joe Baby” (but always behind his back). He had a stare…

Soy luterano: José Torres
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Soy luterano: José Torres

Misión Mesa Abierta, Kenner, La. Obrero de la construcción Creo que Dios provee y nunca nos abandona ni nos olvida, no importa lo que suceda. Creo en el gran amor…

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Jesus walks with me all the time

Editor’s note: This reflection is an addition to the March 2018 cover story, “Called and chosen.” I was born and raised in South Africa. My ancestors were among the first converts…

I’m a Lutheran: Peter Mayer
Voices of Faith

I’m a Lutheran: Peter Mayer

First Lutheran Church, Nashville, Tenn.   I believe God’s love sang all of life into being, each with a voice. I believe each voice is vital, and meant to be shaped…

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Grounded in grace

I sometimes think of a backpacking trip with a now-deceased friend on the Appalachian Trail in western North Carolina’s Nantahala Range—early February, 75 miles, eight days. Rain the entire week…