The No More Deaths volunteers were imitating the logic of the incarnation.
For some reason, I couldn’t find the holy in the holy rocks everyone else was venerating.
My understanding of God has become a welcome object of gravity, as it moved from heady abstractions to my gut.
If we become godlike, what god will we be like?
The Still Pilgrim—seemingly Angela Alaimo O'Donnell's alter ego—reflects joy and longing.
Mark Jordan shows us Aquinas—and God—in the flesh.
Like Jason Micheli, I have incurable cancer. His book helped me find humor in it.
Theologian Deanna Thompson used to criticize the pervasive technological creep overtaking our lives. Then she was diagnosed with cancer.
If God can be born in the wilderness, God can be born in the dry places of our lives.
I watched the full moon cover mundane scenes with its glow. Isn't this what Advent is about?