

Since 1900, the Christian Century has published reporting, commentary, poetry, and essays on the role of faith in a pluralistic society.
© 2023 The Christian Century.
Grieving my daughter’s suicide in a time of wider grief
My years of experience as an undertaker didn’t make it easier.
by Thomas Lynch
My dad died from COVID-19. My grief is a lonely one.
I’m the only person he loved the way he loved me.
How do we grieve the hundreds of thousands of people the COVID-19 pandemic has killed?
We posed this question to five writers.
I
The artist at the end of the world
Scott Russell Sanders’s essays balance ecological despair with the promise of human creativity.
Margaret Renkl’s stunning ability to see
It is hard to say what will enamor readers more, the bird calls or the familial ones.
March 29, Lent 5A (John 11:1–45)
Lazarus’s story is one of grief—and hope.
Sorry for Your Loss’s quiet exploration of race
A white woman, her black husband, and the struggle to be known
A former Jehovah’s Witness tells her story
Amber Scorah’s memoir has a breathless quality that makes it compulsively readable.
Can a fleabag clean up her act?
The sarcastic and sacrilegious two-season show has a moral center.
Elaine Pagels’s lifelong search for the sacred
Pagels vividly recounts her spiritual experiences. But she won’t let herself be bound by any tradition.
by Aaron Klink
The miracles of Julie Yip-Williams’s life and death
A cancer memoir about a life sustained by improbable events
by LaVonne Neff
On grief, and not theologizing about it
My son’s death did not evoke in me an interest in the problem of suffering.
What's new this Advent?
Four of the best new resources for individuals, congregations, and families
Theodicy in real life
William Abraham's theological affirmations of faith are shadowed by a persistent question: Why don't they work?
The temporary gift of marriage
"I'm not afraid of marrying you," said the young groom. "I'm afraid of losing you."
Lincoln, Luther, and the prophet Jeremiah lament our pathos-filled world
Who I'd invite to my writers' dinner party
The reversals in this book aren’t easy. There is nothing sentimental or giddy about them. They are real. They are ordinary.
Max Porter’s debut novel, which hovers between poetry and prose, illustrates the ways in which grief can be simultaneously violent and gentle.