At times, the cost of theological diversity is painfully clear.
Every step of my sister’s pilgrimage was a prayer, and I tried to follow in the path she made.
The ailing young man wanted to be face to face with God. I opened my shoebox.
How can we overcome our anxiety? And should we even try?
"I'm not afraid of marrying you," said the young groom. "I'm afraid of losing you."
Most religions acknowledge the contingencies and paradoxes of human life. Not this one.
“You’ve talked about a lot of things,” says your refiner’s fire. “Which is the one that really matters?”
I’ve never read Augustine’s City of God cover to cover. So I joined a Twitter experiment to help me get through it.
We stood along the highway in a blizzard, trying to hitchhike. We started reciting Bible verses to pass the time.
If Benedict’s Rule is a text of resistance, what does it help us resist?