Jesus isn’t pitting himself against poor people. He’s one of them.
When arguments fail us, we turn to words of wonder.
These are not poetic times. We live and breathe prose.
Forget 2010. The baseline is now.
We stood along the highway in a blizzard, trying to hitchhike. We started reciting Bible verses to pass the time.
Acts 7:55–60; Psalm 31:1–5, 15–16; 1 Peter 2:2–10; John 14:1–14
In her memoir, comedian Maggie Rowe lays bare a struggle with excessive guilt that rivals Martin Luther’s.
It’s hard enough to distinguish fact from fiction. Then there’s the matter of interpretation.
A new biography reveals the poet’s devotion to his vocation. It also reveals his loneliness.
Dyson’s sermon on racism is inspiring, but will it speak to those who need to hear it most?
Baldwin’s words in Raoul Peck’s film indict us, but they also help us envision a new future.
(Roger Lundin 1949–2015)