conversion

How do we get through the darkest of nights? For Stein, the answer is clear and unwavering: We uphold God’s truth, always.

In Rio de Janeiro, they don’t necessarily turn away from sin.

Judaism once had a universalist vision, long before Christianity emerged as a distinct religion. What happened to it?

I love René Girard. I don’t love that J. D. Vance loves him, too.

Denise Levertov’s intuitive grasp of incarnation drove her politics, her poetry, and eventually her religious discernment.

Is it the baby or the bathwater?

My brother’s work paved the way for many LGBTQ Christians.

The apostle Paul’s overlooked supporting cast

Eamon Duffy’s short biography of the first English saint canonized since the Reformation

Personal conversion is part of social change, but we can’t end our stories there.

The Kingdom is a mess, but it refuses to be wholly dismissed.

Susan Faludi’s memoir reveals the deep complexity of her father’s many identities.

Over the past five years, migrants and refugees have flowed into Europe in unprecedented numbers. Some are converting to Christianity.

The whole church needs to encounter the courage and truthfulness of the fact that God created us good, to love and be loved.

To lionize the missionary’s courage, Muslims were cast as implacable adversaries and served as the quintessential foil.

Ebenezer Kinnersly illustrates the depth of the controversy over outward manifestations of inner religious experience.

Confessions is not primarily about Augustine at all; it is about God’s activity in the particularity of Augustine’s life.

From his youth Lax experienced a love of God that would not abate, calling him toward both solitude and engagement with others.

Honestly facing the conflict of self with self—and choosing words that reveal its particular manifestations in one life—is hard, hard work.

The subject of immigration engenders contentious debate, complex discussion, and conniving diatribe among Americans. Four years ago, the mother of a recently elected Republican senator implored her son to be compassionate in his legislative work on the issue. She reminded him of their own family’s journey from central Cuba to south Florida and noted that undocumented immigrants—she called them los pobrecitos, “poor things”—are human beings seeking dignity, work, and a better future just like they were.

One wonders if Marco Rubio remembers his mother’s message.