"We are called to choose decency, love, and justice. Words have power. We must hold ourselves and our leaders accountable for our words and the actions they inspire." -- Bishop Easterling
Ephesians 4:1-7, 11-16 will be guiding the Baltimore-Washington Conference in the coming year.
Rev. C. Anthony Hunt explains how Martin Luther King, Jr.’s prophetic witness was grounded in four principles — call, conviction, courage, and commitment. Even 50 years after King’s assassination, these principles are still relevant to leaders engaging in prophetic witness and public ministry.
In keeping with the circuit rider tradition, Bishop LaTrelle Easterling recently traveled to the districts of the Baltimore-Washington Conference to meet separately with clergy and laity, to hear what’s on their minds and to share the age-old question: “How is it with your soul?”
Normally, a reporter such as myself is required to be objective, impartial, as unbiased as possible and simply report the facts of the story.
Ancient church mothers and fathers often greeted one another with the phrase, “Give me a word.” This greeting led to the sharing of insights and wisdom. Today we continue this tradition with this monthly column. EXHALE By Rev. Mandy SayersPastor, Covenant UMC, Gaithersburg Happy...
With the push of a button on Dec. 13, Sharon Shaw, the Accounts Payable manager for the Baltimore-Washington Conference, sent the conference’s final General Church apportionment payment for 2017. And with that same motion, a streak that began years ago reached a milestone: for 20 consecutive...
The cascading list of some very public figures being held accountable during this “Season of Reckoning” calls the rest of us men to account for a double standard we have allowed to exist for far too long, rooted in untethered, privileged male conduct.
I love the metaphor of the red thread. It’s that thought or theme that runs through lives, events, relationships and history. It can be anything — love, greed, thirst, darkness, a passion for winning, homecomings. Mundane or profound, unexpected or rote, the red thread weaves its way through...
Early last month, I officiated at an evening funeral of a 33-year old man, unknown to me, who died of a drug overdose. A phone call came to me from a friend who said the family was seeking a pastor for the funeral. Apparently, four pastors had already said that they were unavailable.
