Social microhistories can capture big ideas. I’d like to write one on pickles, which are as fundamental to civilization as anything in Chesterton’s pockets.
The collar says something to parishioner and stranger alike: while this doesn’t have to be the most important conversation of your life, it can be.
There is a black lab—a student's guide dog—lying on the floor during chapel. As I preach, I wonder what the dog is thinking.
I can see my dad's manuscript: the title centered in caps, the body double-spaced and marked up by hand. But I can't remember the words.
What if the agreed daily wage is forgiveness and eternal life?
Psychologists describe a "middle knowledge" of the reality of death. How much of this knowledge is good for us?
It appears that my friend Steve Hayner doesn't have long to live. It is breathtaking to watch him prepare to die as he lived.
What does it mean to "turn to faith"? To gather in the like-minded and bar the door? Or to take a riskier move outward?
The debate about Scottish independence fits neatly into the categories the academic discipline of ethics likes to produce.
At a historical art exhibit, I read that the images on display were intended for private devotion. Would it have been subversive of me to pray?
Empathy made it big in an era some call the "me generation." By discovering my feelings inside you, even you are about me.
As a Lilly Fellow, I was compelled by Mark Schwehn's vision of all academic work as the work of teaching, with love at the core of its mission.
"Sam!" she says. She's greeting me as if I changed her life. Unfortunately, I haven't a clue who she is.
Here in rural Georgia, it's hard to miss a monk in saffron robes walking through Wal-Mart. But we don't know what to think about him, so we don't.
Despite bleak forecasts, many of today’s teenagers refuse to buy the marketed temptations to despair and fear. They’ll find a way.