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When consumerism dictates what is considered “good,” tradition and standards are reduced to marketing and the notion of craft itself is hollowed out.

If we embrace the hustle without a critical eye, we can feed ideas about ourselves that are untrue. Namely that we are the ultimate authority: the true “captain of our souls.”

Motherhood is demanding, but does it require us to devote every ounce of our being to this new role?

God, the giver of all good gifts, didn’t just give us food—he also gave us other people to enjoy it with us and to help us learn to enjoy it again if need be.

The Nancy Drew books of the 80s and 90s are aggressively anti-fat, likely contributing to young girls’ earliest encounters with weight loss, dieting, and negative self-image.

The church has far too often failed to critique the way our culture shames the bodies of those outside the ideal and given theological weight to claims that some bodies are more godly than others.

Though the extremism of Whole30 isn’t necessarily a model for Christian self-discipline, but it does amplify the tension between the undisciplined culture and the narrow path of self-control.

When we eat with attention to the role of food in creation, by taking the physical world around us into our own bodies, we come to know more fully the God who created us and who created the world that feeds us.

In many ways, the story of Korean food and culture in my life, with its Kentucky Baptist roots, is the story of how we travel through the world.

It is over food that we relax, share our stories, our hopes, and often our dreams; we debate politics and argue sports over drinks and snacks; it can be argued that when food is present, we are most human.

When we look ahead to the Wedding Feast of the Lamb, we don’t just seen affinity-based friendships around the table; we see a family dinner.

What if trusting God with our disorders, or the disorders of the people we love, means not trying to figure out the reason for them?

If we are ever to see difference as a gift, then we need a resurrection of sorts, but we would do well to remember that resurrection requires a death.

Though we gravitate toward Midge’s beautiful and witty story of overcoming, it is modeled upon an American myth that to be free we must ultimately be unencumbered and successful.

It seems obscene that such poverty exists in the shadow of the Happiest Place on Earth, perhaps even persisting under its watch.

The Punisher reminds us we live two lives: an inner life and an outer life, and that decisions we make here in this life affect our eternal souls.