Ink

We are made of ink and into ink
we shall perish. Our history survives
in fire soot and boneblack pigment.

Carbon fingerprints tell our telling
and dust writes to dust
as we make our voices heard

on papyrus, vellum, paper.
Ink gyves our identities in gall
and gum. Ink gives us life

By egregiously misreading Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s moral crisis, it primes viewers for violence.

Toni Alimi and Matthew Elia each make the case that it is. Their books demand a reckoning.

One of the clearest ways God says yes to Christians is when unjust authorities hate us.

My in-laws took the whole family to Ken Ham’s monument to young earth creationism. What could go wrong?

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