F. S. Naiden's biography weaves Alexander's religious proclivities into his well-known martial exploits.
Vincent van Gogh, Still Life With French Novels and Rose, oil on canvas, 1887.
People already engaged in conversations about racial justice may find Ibram Kendi's analysis surprising.
In Patrick Coleman’s novel, people hurt others with drugs, dollars, and/or Jesus.
The answer, says Leah Schade, is about dialogue as much as any single sermon.
What holds the world together, Eric Klinenberg believes, is social infrastructure.
Two tributes that offer behind-the-scenes glimpses of the beloved teacher
Cara Wall writes beautifully about something novelists rarely address: a mainline Protestant congregation.
The incarnation doesn’t require a miracle; it reveals one that’s already there.
Yearning for the impossible, glimpsing the unimaginable
I never thought that in 2019 a book on antisemitism in America would be vital reading.
Lenny Duncan’s letter is full of hope and fury, love and lament—like Paul’s epistles.
One note fills the whole space. Then we add another—and a third.
Patrick deWitt is far too smart a writer to offer a sentimental narrative of redemption.
Daniel Hawk avoids easy responses to violence in the Bible—but then enters some troubling territory.
Confined by illness, the feminist literary scholar dove into the complete works of V.S. Naipaul and Paul Theroux.