The angels

Translated from Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Images, book 1, part 1

Their mouths are weary yet again.
Their endless spirits only gleam.
And yet a longing (as for sin)
Stirs something in them as they dream.

Alike, those near-identicals,
They grace God’s garden silently.
How many, many intervals
In His great might and melody.

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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