Adam Yates

We often think of Jesus’ beatitudes with a warm and glowing feeling, but when you really sit with them, they are troubling. They make us uncomfortable. They can even be hard to wrap our imaginations around. After all, we like the idea of being comforted and fed, especially when we are hungry and weeping, but

As I reflect on my life, I realize that my own understanding of who Jesus is has changed many times. When I was a child, he was the subject of many stories that I was told in Sunday school and in church. I believed that he was God because that’s what people, that’s what adults,

Jeff and John were an older couple when I knew them. They had married a few years before, when same-sex marriage had been legalized, but they had been together for many decades. They were faithful members of the congregation, rarely missing a Sunday and their gregarious and extroverted personalities meant that they could always be

I have a fragment of a memory from when I was a young child. I don’t know how old I was, but I was not yet tall enough to see over the top of the counters in our kitchen. My mother was in the kitchen, cooking, and I was reaching my hands up over the