Britt Luby

After a Brandi Carlile concert, and with her own son learning an instrument, one mother reflects on the holiness of sharing a collective experience with other human beings.

When Britt Luby signed her young son up for karate lessons, she was not looking for a sacred community for her whole family. But that's exactly what she found at the dojo.

I am a Christian. I try very hard to trust in God. And I also value separation of church and state. 

Perspective: "Redirection of care" is the phrase we use when a family decides the most loving thing they can do for their baby is to let them die. As a chaplain, I accompany parents on this darkest night of their lives.

Perspective: "Bluey" is an animated show for preschoolers about a blue heeler puppy and her family. I don't even really like dogs or cartoons that much. But I'm smitten. The episodes are just that good, that poignant.

Perspective: My husband and I had been living in Morocco as Peace Corps volunteers for about six months. Our community, nestled in the foothills of the Atlas Mountains, was not dreading Ramadan as I was.

Perspective: I type this from a warm home in Texas during this winter storm. Many have lost power, abandoned frigid homes and sought shelter elsewhere. But the storm did not do this to us. We did it to each other.

Commentary: In September 2020, as our campus reopened in the midst of a global pandemic, Texas Christian University formally but quietly announced the establishment of a religious holiday policy.