The Editors

God invites us to experience life in a timeless eternity. Real life.

Like the wonderful American writer Wendell Berry, Adrian Bell’s desire for a return to a more sympathetic agriculture is not born out of nostalgia

Cities always import more resources than they can produce. That's kind of the definition of a city.

I know it… But we do need a barn.

Bilbro’s book is a careful study through profound literary texts about how we live in a world that has no patience for careful study through profound literary texts.

There’s a type of guy, sometimes they're Silicon Valley guys, sometimes they're just tech bros, sometimes they're environmentalists who have lost their minds

He seems pleased that he’s protected me and mine. Or maybe ours.

So I'm wondering where the spirit of the American pioneer, where the culture of the can-do man has gone?

"Canada has become a country much practiced at outrage."

Knowledge is a path to love, and so I’m bound to say that the book did change my affection for the place.

Grief is not a process to work through, a disorder to heal, a condition to treat, or an illness to cure.

Because of coffee’s popularity, coffee shops can draw people together like very few other modern institutions.

Humanity should remain a larger category than political allegiance even as we openly—and, one hopes, bravely—discuss and work through our politics.

We are desperately in need of a collective vision of what it means to love our homes.

President Carter showed what was possible when people came together for a cause and acted out of decency.

That which we most value is often that which most frequently slips into dull repetition.

There’s little appetite for a response that begins with taking up our axes to clear the land for something better.

Whenever we see such an avoidance of questions like these, we are witnessing someone protecting an ideological dream world.

If classical schools insist on banning AI in all forms, their kids will be left behind.

Poetry must be experienced, and the experience of poetry is itself a means of searching, a kind of hunting, for wisdom.

Rituals are our allies in sorrow. They help us appreciate what brief time we had with our loved ones while acknowledging the years we will face without them.

Like Mary and all Israel waiting for the Messiah, like a mother welcoming a child, we are to “wait for it with patience.”

The writing may still be on the wall, but a different story is being written in our block.

After a life of physical and spiritual adventure, an innovative homesteading teacher and pastor turns green with gratitude.