Guest Post

Understanding an election requires stories. Last night, our stories proved inadequate.

The late-term abortion I chose was the end of a dream.

This man picked a very good moment to remind me of his power.

As a witness to evangelical political engagement since the birth of the Christian right in the late 1970s, nothing surprises me anymore.

Jesus says not to worry about what we will wear. Usually I fail at this.

I inspected the donkey's teeth, though I wasn’t totally sure how this was going to help me.

I move a lot. So did Jesus and the disciples.

In a Century cover story, Katherine Willis Pershey mentions that she infuriated a friend with her beliefs about sex before marriage. That friend was me.

The Century invites readers to submit first-person narratives (under 1,000 words) on the topics character and wilderness.

Here in Washington State, there is roughly the same number of churches as there are prisoners.

Pope Francis calls us to internalize the planet's pain.

In 1947 and 1948, respectively, Christian scholars C.S. Lewis and Reinhold Niebuhr appeared on the cover of Time magazine. Since then, commentators have bemoaned the disappearance of the Christian intellectual.

We cannot be expected to make an informed, soulful decision about the general election when the very process of sharing information drowns out the thing we most need to hear: the voice of God.

Why is Pokemon Go so captivating? At least partly because it re-enchants the world.

I see the people I'm protesting against when I get my mail, or sort my laundry.

Here in Cambridge, England, I pray in the mornings, read St. Paul, walk in the afternoons—sometimes through soft English rains—and sip hot tea with cream.

“Make America Safe Again,” said the signs and speakers on the first night of the Republican National Convention. The desire to feel and be safe crosses political boundaries; it informs a litany of human actions. Yet the very concept seems unexamined. What makes for safety? Is it the same as feeling safe? Is it the same as comfort?

What’s a miracle? How can we (frail human creatures that we are!) separate contingency—what’s possible but unpredictable, an event that seems unlikely or unintended—from miracle?

American civil religion is dead, to paraphrase Nietzsche. We have killed it.

Nice, on France’s Mediterranean coast, now joins a long list of cities, on four continents, where Islamist terrorists have perpetrated gruesome attacks, mercilessly killing hundreds of innocents. And those are just where some of the highest-profile outrages have occurred, the ones that attract headlines.