This reflection explores breath as a sacred marker of belonging, weaving lived experience and Angela N. Parker’s book “If God Still Breathes, Why Can’t I?” It names how many women live with “stifled breath” and unvoiced questions in spiritual spaces that constrict the lung of our souls rather than expanding them. This essay also introduces Womanist Theology, a tradition rooted in the real lives of Black women. Readers are invited to notice where their own breath feels tight or free and imagine Parker’s “redemptive self-love” in a grounded acceptance that honors one’s story as holy.

I was unaware of how prevalent religion was and how much it’s assumed to be the default these days in much of the US until quite recently. I’ll be honest, it shocked me. See, I’m Canadian. Talking about your faith is seen as a rude thing to do here. It’s a bit like spitting. Sure, people spit… but not in public. If you spit in public it’s not okay.

People Suck TI is a terrible person. That’s not exactly news. I mean, the guy got arrested for weapons charges and then conveniently “found Jesus” and reformed. He manages to still be a terrible person. It’s pretty impressive. Taking your adult daughter to her gynecologist appointment and insisting on the doctor sharing information with you is creepy as fuck and proves that there is something deeply wrong with the man.

No, not all atheists accept the evidence for evolution but since the two are closely tied in public discourse, here are some arguments!

“If you study science deep enough and long enough it will force you to believe in God” Lord William Kelvin So, Lord Kelvin, clearly a great scientist, believed in God and thought that science confirmed his belief. That’s something that gets trotted out from time to time. It’s one of many arguments that are often used by creationists to promote the idea that science and god are compatible. It’s also not an argument.

“The notion of giving something up for Lent is so misunderstood. For some people it’s ‘Let’s give up some food and lose some weight’ instead of fasting to remind ourselves that our lives are so dependent on God alone.” the Reverend Darrel Proffitt. When Fr. Darrel spoke those words just before Lent started last year, it was the first time I’d heard fasting mentioned from an Episcopal pulpit in years. They sent me on a deep dive into fasting and how it is practiced in the Episcopal Church and across the Anglican Communion. The following essay is the result.

Why Evolution in an Atheist Publication Right off the bat, you don’t need to accept the evidence for evolution to be an atheist and there are many religions who do accept evolution, most famously the Catholic church which believes that evolution is the mechanism God uses to create diversity in life.

If a Watch Require a Watchmaker… There is a common screed among creationists. They look at the world and say that the parts work together so well, fit so well, that it’s clearly the work of a designer. It’s like a watch, perfectly aligned, and if you saw a watch lying in the sand you would not ask how it developed, instead you would think it was made, that someone designed it.

It’s a common refrain: You may disagree with a given religion but you have to respect their beliefs. Why?

This Tradition Remixed reflection explores what an Episcopalian shaped by Sacred Ground learns when listening to the music that sustained Black churches through struggle and liberation, not just in the past but also today. It invites readers to step beyond the Hymnal ’82 and into a humbler posture of learning and listening. One that honors a soundtrack of resilience, confronts gaps in our own formation, and invites us to practice a faith willing to be changed by what it hears.

The purpose of this article is to address some of the common myths about atheism. I won’t be addressing anything else in it, but I will be correcting a number of common misconceptions. A friend of mine sent me the following, it used to be his response to many of the things atheists often hear. “Being an agnostic atheist just means I don’t see enough proof that any deities exist, and choose not to believe in them. Period.

I gave two writings to you and the first one is my story about my adorable pet Otis! I love animals and I wanted to write about my animal named Otis!I had too give up Otis because I had too move away. It’s a sweet story to read if you’re an animal lover! The second writing is titled WHY? It’s a fun writing about questioning why? You have too read this story too get what I mean! I hope that you like what I wrote and that you please leave me feedback please? Since good criticism can only make you a much better writer. I don’t mind good and bad comments because I take it good criticism!

A gentle reflection for independent women navigating a noisy and uncertain world. This essay explores how compassion—quiet, grounded, and deeply human—can become a meaningful form of civic engagement. Instead of withdrawing when public life feels overwhelming, it invites readers to practice neighborlieness as a courageous way of showing up for their communities. With practical, sustainable tips for staying informed, building small connections, and engaging without burnout, this reflection offers a hopeful path toward participating in civic life with clarity, dignity, and care.

This is a short story; an echo of a poem already shared, where the lines learned how to breathe, linger, and become something fuller.

I loved deeply—and still had to walk away. This essay explores romance through the lens of faith, obedience, and the cost of choosing God when emotions say otherwise.

It’s about my mom who passed away named Geraldine . She recently died of a botched surgery from the doctors who tried to remove her gallbladder. The surgery was not successful and she ended up dieing a day after my birthday. It was very difficult for me since me and my mom were like best friends! I am going too miss her very much and it was therapeutic for me to express myself completely! I wanted the reader too simple feel what I am experiencing? It’s also a beautiful writing for Mother’s Day especially if you have gone through losing a love one whom you love very much! I only hope that all whom read this are touched because it was heart felt in the deepest way that I can imagined.

This story shows that you are never too far gone and that God will always be there to pick you up and guide you.

Create ma a story where I'm named Yukio Komori, 19 year old college student.. -I should've left earlier with Yui I'm sorry Yui... I was angry since I was supposed to be at college right now ... Growing up me and Yui gre up in a chruch and he pastor/priest became our father we're both christian mostly catholic dince we both have cross necklaces but Yui has the necklace I have the bracelet, as kids we always went to church but now we both also attend ... I regret every second .. I should've escaped sooner with Yui.. But thanks to my father I'm here . Today was the day we visit the Sakamaki household with our suitcases... Our first encounter was when we saw Ayato on the couch ... Since Laito declares that the prizes will be me and Yui. Shū wins the game and walks off without claiming his prize until Laito pushes me towards him. If only if I knew life was about to get worse.

A personal essay about choosing compassion & communication over withdrawal during times of crisis. Having discovered I have a gift for being connected & hearing a lot of information relatively early, I’m sharing how weekly & monthly updates from various Episcopal ministries (OGR, EMM, Creation Care, etc.) and CMEP updates shape my understanding of neighborliness & why passing along news, resources, and advocacy opportunities has become part of my spiritual and writing practice here & elsewhere. Please subscribe to stay up to date on what I am hearing from the broader Episcopal Church, Anglican Communion, and other ecumenical/interfaith organizations.

In the struggle between the physical and the spiritual, we often mistake our own endurance for our own strength. These two pieces explore the same battle from two different lenses: the prophetic 'big picture' and the raw, first-person testimony of standing under divine protection.