My temptation to spurn the evangelical preacher slipped away when I opened this volume.
Vincent van Gogh, Still Life With French Novels and Rose, oil on canvas, 1887.
In her memoir, comedian Maggie Rowe lays bare a struggle with excessive guilt that rivals Martin Luther’s.
It’s hard enough to distinguish fact from fiction. Then there’s the matter of interpretation.
A new biography reveals the poet’s devotion to his vocation. It also reveals his loneliness.
Pontius Pilate shows us what happens when the historical and the eternal intersect.
Dyson’s sermon on racism is inspiring, but will it speak to those who need to hear it most?
The most useful essays in this new collection are the ones that tell stories from parish ministry.
Han Kang’s main theme is the dignity and the cowardice that atrocity brings forth from people—often the same person.
When I learned that white evangelical women are drawing and painting all over their Bibles, I was caught between judging and celebrating the phenomenon.
Frances FitzGerald gets the religious right wrong—along with the evangelical tradition generally.