A group of Dallas-based followers of Jesus, across denomination, race, and socioeconomic and linguistic barriers, started to come together about eight years back.
As a white vicar in a diverse Dallas congregation, I have had much to learn and try to understand in these difficult days.
Like many people, I feel a sense of foreboding about what is coming on our nation and our world.
Last week, I sat by the muddy flume of the Trinity, ate my lunch, and thought about God’s invisible nature, his eternal power and deity. At its best, theology has no technical vocabulary.