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Author Ken Sehested

Ken Sehested is curator of, an online journal at the intersection of spiritual formation and prophetic action. He was the founding co-pastor of Circle of Mercy Congregation in Asheville, North Carolina.

The Amazon rainforest isn’t burning; it’s being burned. The reason: Corporations and financiers want its resources. And the quickest way to gain access to them is to torch the forest. Their greed spells bad news for the planet. […] Read More

Folks have different reasons for wanting to join a church: give them the love they deserve, be a place of support, find new friends, offer programs for their children. But one woman’s reason for joining nearly burned my gravy. […] Read More

Stories of disaster and calamity capture the public’s attention. Instead, look for opportunities to shift your attention to – and champion – the accounts of where life is being fomented and fostered, even in incremental ways. […] Read More

Teachers and schools are in charge of our most precious resource yet struggle for adequate financing. What if schools enjoyed pork-barrel largesse and the military depended on corporate charity? Talk about a reversal of fortunes. […] Read More

Gratitude is surely among the precious few, truly renewable energy sources available to the human creature. The hearts of both giver and receiver grow larger in the process. Saying thanks, especially beyond the demands of simple etiquette, is among the most available violence-reduction strategies. It is quite possible, of course, that expressing gratitude simply masks […] Read More

There are three versions of what Epiphany (“Manifestation”) is meant to commemorate in the church’s calendar. One of those traditions celebrates Jesus’ baptism on Jan. 6. Another tradition links Epiphany Sunday with the birth of Jesus. Yet another tradition celebrates Epiphany as marking the arrival of the magi – of “We Three Kings” fame, the […] Read More

As a child I wasn’t aware that Memorial Day observances were intended for those felled on the battlefield. I thought of it as a day of family remembrance, honoring relatives gone before us–veterans and non-veterans alike–something akin to a low-church All Saints Day–but with flowers; lots of flowers. For decades one of my uncles in […] Read More