It is not often that you find stained glass on the 11th floor of a mid-century skyscraper in Midtown Manhattan.

There is great comfort in knowing that in each church there were people worshiping the same God, hearing the same Gospel, striving to live out the two greatest commandments.

I just know that “I am,” that God made me this way, and that God made me this way for a reason.

What can the 21st-century educator offer his or her students in the wake of all the violence, anger and hate they see in the media?

When our superior told us that Jerry Huyett had died in Florida, I realized, in a way I never quite had before, a very basic thing; maybe the most basic thing of all: Life ends.

Trying to be a perfect Christian can be taken too far.