Chapter Nine of Peace Like a River — the best novel of the first quarter century of the millennia and yes, I know there are
Did not know this until just now but a few weeks ago was World Tuberculosis Day, which honors the date the TB bacterium was discovered
Silence is the real. Words lie on top. + To be alone with the Alone He drapes himself in silence Art, too, is the fruit
A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream
The porch steps were slick with rain this morning, and I realized I knew people whose first reaction to someone slipping on them would not
Seek and find We all need something. I need a new power cord. They need to read the Psalms. You need to shop shouting at
Here’s a guest post at Dreaming Beneath the Spires.
A friend once recounted how a mutual acquaintance of ours had told her God spoke to him, which he meant both literally and verbally. It’s