Luke

My Grandma Violet was the black sheep of our family. I think of her when I pray.

My Grandma Violet was the black sheep of our family. I think of her when I pray.

My Grandma Violet was the black sheep of our family. I think of her when I pray.

Advent must respond in some consequential way to the widening uncertainty of the living of our days.

It’s hard to believe in an enchanted world.

It’s hard to believe in an enchanted world.

The first step of repentance is telling the truth about ourselves.

To be wild is to be free, unbought and unbossed by the structures of power.

What if Jesus is snatching us out of our desire for another world?

Blessed are those who read this wise and lovely book.

Most days I hover somewhere between Adam’s “I was afraid” and John of Patmos’s “Come, Lord Jesus.”

Biblical scholar Tony Keddie shows how the conservative movement enlisted the Bible to help its cause.

What we see reminds us of what we miss, and vice versa.

An odd, charming gospel account that draws from dozens of sources

An odd, charming gospel account that draws from dozens of sources