Faith, Fiction, Friends

"Songs require patience,” writes  Andrew Peterson  in  Adorning the Dark: Thoughts on Community, Calling, and the Mystery of Makin...

I consider J.R.R. Tolkien  (1892-1973) and Middle-earth (timeless), and I find myself eventually arriving at Homer. Tolkien in Wor...

It seems you can’t read a report on the reading habits of Americans without the inclusion of moans and groans announcing the imminent d...

Wandering among the winter dunes flattening into an expanse of sand and sea and sky embracing one another, a solitary figure, a m...

Last year , I reviewed Making Manifest: On Faith, Creativity and the Kingdom at Hand by Dave Harrity (it’s also available on Amazon ). I...

It’s the end of the work day like the end of any other work day. Turn off the computer, pack up the briefcase, put on the jacket, turn ...

It is my one day, my one day is today to be lifted from the stack where I’m carefully kept, paper napkins between us so we don’t ...

Twice in my professional working life I experienced two dark times, and the results were as unexpected as they were confounding. T...

A power ride, it was 165 miles, graveled and pounded flat, with rutted stretches appearing unexpectedly, like the occasional ...

My earliest memories come from when I was in the vicinity to two-and-a-half- to three-years-old. My family lived in a duplex in suburba...

You read a book like Matt Appling’s Life After Art , and you remember things long buried and forgotten in memory. What I remembered...

One of the most intense movies I’ve ever watched is Apollo 13 , the story of the space mission that was to land on the moon but went aw...

My childhood home was a relatively typical post-World War II American suburb of tract houses, the only difference being that it was su...

Over at Tweetspeak Poetry today, we’re embarking on a weekly discussion of poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words by Susan Goldsmith Wo...