The Wittenberg Door

Her heartfelt lament may sound like despair, and in a way it is, save for a crucial difference.

Without the Incarnation, the philosopher’s death remains incomplete.

There is something life-giving about rooting oneself in a single community—about investing ourselves in a mutual fund, so to speak.

A happy life is not something out there in the future. It’s not something you make, even.

He decides to write about his experience. Two earlier novels were dismal affairs. But now in 1927, over the course of a few months, he fills each page with pain and sorrow

His hands remind me of a topographical map. Even now with their nail scars, do Jesus’ hands bear also the marks that come with age and years as a craftsman?

The laughter of a faithless culture is bitter, derisive. It no longer springs from a merry heart but from dry bones. A culture of faith is a culture that can truly laugh.

My miracles are many, too many to count or explain. Maybe yours are too.

Although my vision, and my neck, and my sense of balance, and certainly my sense of hope, were all impaired, I could still prune. And as I pruned, I reflected on the…

Those who had previously greeted me with smiles and handshakes find ways to hint through word and deed that I am no longer one of them ...

As I picked up litter, I had ample time to reflect upon the stunning parallels between human pollution and sin.

Jess never missed calling me today, even when I was half a world away. This marks the eleventh year that my phone will not ring.