I reflect on scripture and Jesus and I think about what those words might have meant. To me, to be equally yoked can mean many things.

My Jesus weeps with the loved ones of the innocent Black lives lost in the streets, in grocery stores, in their homes. My Jesus hears my plea for a better world for all children. It is always his...

When I think of communion, I always remember this moment with my mother and I’m reminded of what this ceremony is about. Two people, in common union, setting aside all differences for something...