Deanna Thompson's book about cancer takes us where we don't want to go but must.
The composer sees his music as an interplay between suffering and consolation, loss and hope.
The saints are so big on humility that sometimes the line seems fuzzy.
The dialogue was good. The meal was even better.
The people come, bringing something of themselves. Then they leave.
What does maturity look like? Whiteness is a horrific answer to this question.
The creation story and the divine right of everybody.
The pope doesn't always show off his theological talents. Does that matter?
T. S. Eliot and the other modernist theologian-poets knew that artists are makers of worlds.