The Nightstand

[Cross-posted to In Medias Res] President Trump has been in office a month as of today, and the maelstrom of orders and actions which he has taken has elicited delight, horror, and/or…

I come to praise Douthat, not to bury him.

Sometimes, it’s okay to be scared. At the very worst, it’s just a story.

"Is Christianity only politically efficacious in helping us determine who are our friends and who are our enemies?"

Much might be said about the neglect of the history of the American Southwest

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

“Opportunities that were not available to some due to race, socioeconomic class, or gender became available through industrial education efforts”

One might think that after forty-four years of writing these Sabbath poems, Berry would run out of things to say. But it seems that as long as the trees continue their silent…

But I suspect that this stirring book will strike a chord with many readers of Front Porch Republic.

Rather than forging a new identity, she returns to old paths. Moana is not following her inner voice. She is listening to the echoes of her ancestors.

Christianity spread because people actually believed Jesus was their Lord and Savior. They believed in miracles not metaphors.

I belong to this place—if not for the next thousand years, at least for the summer. In such a displaced age, even that has to mean something.