Perhaps normal people no longer assume that church is part of what it means to be normal. Or perhaps the idea of a normal center was flawed all along.
As a child, I liked to survey strangers about what it means to be human. Brandon Stanton has created a fully realized version of what I was doing.
We just took our son to college for his first year. It was hard for me, scary/exciting for him, and wounding for his mother.
A student I taught with recalls licking honey from Hebrew letters as a child. My own memories of religious education are less auspicious.
Jesus went slowly, purposefully into the eye of the storm. Only through the storm would he find what he was looking for.
Critics view genealogy as a kind of ersatz historiography, an individualistic reconstruction of the past. But there is more to family tree building.
I can still smell the wet canvas and sawdust of my father's revivals. He believed that any self-respecting revival was held in a tent.
Anthony C. Yu died this spring. I am still discovering the profound influence this teacher had on me.
When the church stops talking about Jesus, it has nothing to say.
All I remember from The Magic Stones is the image of a young man, some stones and blocks, and an experiment revealing the most perfect shape.