Elizabeth Palmer
A novel about the evils of capitalism
There’s nothing subtle about Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o’s Marxist critique of life in postcolonial Kenya.
Flesh and bones in an Acts commentary
Willie James Jennings writes about tangible things—bodies, incarceration, healing—with graceful language that’s hard to pin down.
Kierkegaard and his gifts for the church
Stephen Backhouse’s accessible biography reveals a man who worked hard to conceal himself.
Realities in the doctor's office
Anesthesiologist Ronald W. Dworkin reminds me that going to the doctor isn’t the same as sharing a cocktail with a friend.
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The beauty of Charles Spurgeon
My temptation to spurn the evangelical preacher slipped away when I opened this volume.
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Clash of cultures
Pontius Pilate shows us what happens when the historical and the eternal intersect.
The new illuminated manuscript?
When I learned that white evangelical women are drawing and painting all over their Bibles, I was caught between judging and celebrating the phenomenon.
Kierkegaard in translation
The Danish philosopher thought faith had become too easy. This book doesn’t have that problem.
A transgender child in fiction
Beautifully honest, this novel blurs the line between fiction and reality.
Good church, bad church
When our evangelism focuses on apologies instead of God’s grace, we're burying the lede.
Oscar Romero's wisdom for today
The Salvadoran archbishop was thoroughly of his own time. But his words speak to us too.
Not your kindergartener’s coloring book
Should I let my child color pictures of Jesus on the cross?
The Transfiguration sermon I need (Matthew 17:1-9)
There is no "on the mountain" and "off the mountain."
Reprove thy neighbor (Leviticus 19:1-2, 9-18; Matthew 5:38-48)
It's not immediately clear what this command means.
The crisis we ignore
What would it take for us to stop denying climate change—and to find reasons for hope?
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To name or not to name
The Holocaust was perpetrated against specific groups of people. Is this fact a crucial part of every retelling?
Can the world be saved by poetry?
I was skeptical. Then I heard a poet read one of his poems.