Faith, Fiction, Friends

Yellow pad lined in pale, horizontal blue, empty with the tint of air, awaits a word or two, perhaps three. Pen, filled with inky black, lik...

In case you missed the live performance, there’s a replay available of L.L. Barkat’s poetry reading with Brooke Campbell’s singing at an ...

So what is Christian fiction? There's a debate, usually (but not always) civil, that's pointing the way to larger questions. I have ...

That eve of the dead, the white wind keened a moaning song of release, of words not spoken before, of guilty yet not. Innocent was not possi...

When I happened across David Rupert’s blog Red Letter Believers some months ago, I felt like I had discovered a kindred spirit. I still do....

I am one of three boys, but I occupied the most versatile of birth order positions. For the first 10 years of my life, I was the youngest, m...

You pray. You pray a lot. You pray for a long time. The need is great. You pray some more. People are being tortured and dying horrible deat...