One of the greatest mysteries of faith is that God loves us as is.
For Sofia Starnes, poetry is the language of faith.
Penny embodies the kind of love that holds onto hope amid suffering, redemption amid pain, and forgiveness amid hurt.
James Crews's poetry is at once ecstatic, skeptical, and hopeful.
Jesmyn Ward’s novel is a descent into hell on earth. I couldn't put it down.
National Poetry Month is over, but there's plenty of good poetry to get us through the next 11 months.
In our current crisis, fear is both cause and consequence.
Love is always vulnerable and yet will never be trumped.
It’s rare to encounter a female protagonist in theological fiction.
We are endlessly being misdirected in search of the crude “hate crime.” After centuries of racial oppression and violence, our society eventually became uncomfortable with the overtness of the racism of the past. Slavery is taken for granted as a horrific thing, something that couldn’t be assumed a few generations ago. For mainstream America, to be accused of being racist is to have been labeled something despicable. Few would willingly accept this charge upon themselves, defending themselves adamantly against such accusations. However, even worse than the racist label for those within the dominant culture, is for a person to be accused of a hate crime. Hate crimes have been created to isolate the most heinous of offenses that have been committed because of prejudice.
We're all perpetually longing for love. Fortunate are those who realize early that another human being can't meet this unrequitable need. Even more fortunate are men and women of prayer who realize that peace comes by embracing the longing itself.