Steven Peterson

You stand. You do not shuffle, taking strides whenever gaps before you open up....

Twenty-six jet-lagged college studentsarrive in Freiburg, Germany,starting their semester abroad.On their first day they tour the Altstadtunder a low, cold winter sun....

Sunday morning, 1965. I’m ten, Tom’s eight. Comics are in color in the Sunday Chicago Tribune. Church is starting soon but Tom says he won’t go....

Altar bare. No one’s there. It’s unused. Where the Word once was heard: empty pews. It lies dark and was marked unessential....

Walking through Hoofddorp in the evening dusk I pass a row of houses, brick and square, each with a large plate-glass window exposing a neat and tidy living room inside....

Mark 8:22–26...