Brent Ness

Words are never enough.  In the wake of our weekly tragedies, there is always plenty of talk: what needs to be done (but rarely is)…

This week has been another week of heartbreak, where the only appropriate responses are to feel anger and despair…

Last Sunday a group of us went up to the South Bronx to visit New Roots Community Farm where our very own Lhana Ormenyi volunteers as a beekeeper.

With the swirl of disturbing news lately, including the horror in Buffalo yesterday, you might be forgiven for not noticing the launch…

So much disturbing news this week makes me want to scream, not pray. Or scream while I’m praying.

By the evening of that first Easter, the disciples are weary, frightened, confused, dispirited, and out of breath.  Then Jesus shows up.

Like actually and truly. For so many of us, words in our various languages and dialects are how we communicate with the world around us.

I’m not ready for Easter this year.  That has nothing to do with whether my sermon is written (at least it’s started), or whether the Easter lilies…

On that first Palm Sunday, Jesus must have been elated.  To see the numbers of followers turning out to welcome him into the holy city of Jerusalem…

This Sunday, we’ll contemplate the creation of a new home, born out of the experience of exile and in the midst of wilderness.