In John's prologue, the incarnate Word is the God of creative address.
Learning a language requires us to focus our attention on something outside ourselves. It's a lot like learning to pray.
My Italian is rusty. When I go to church in Rome and try to follow along, I'm reminded of Woolf's "incessant shower of innumerable atoms."
The best outcome of the tensions in Ukraine would allow the country to develop its unique role as a bridge between languages and cultures.
Earlier this year, the Century published a piece by an environmental scientist on just how radical the current shift in CO2 levels are—from the perspective of 50 million years. As I was working with that scientist, Lee Vierling, on the piece, we struggled to find a language that he and I and readers of the Century could share. He wanted something that was fluid and scientifically absolutely accurate. He also wanted to be certain that he was not using scare tactics.
A few months ago I preached a sermon that a lot of people loved and a few people hated. I heard from both groups but spent more time, as is perennially the case in ministry, with the few. I didn’t set off to be controversial. I looked at the texts, read some commentaries. (Get behind me, Satan.) And then, in the middle of the week, a United Methodist preacher's kid made the news.
More books have been published about Stanley Cavell than he has written himself. Why?
For decades, my students have failed to grasp the resurrection of the body as an article of faith.