The Wittenberg Door

My grief would overwhelm me if I were not in God's grace. — Joan of Arc, February 24, 1431

Her work is certainly redolent of sorrow and, as she describes it, the eternity that dwells within her. But her words also carry hope and surprising faith that she will see her…

Life knocks us down. It is the price of this world, however much we may kid ourselves otherwise. Our falls become part of us.

Pastoral ministry in prison can change lives, but it doesn’t magically erase the pain of incarceration.

For the task of understanding the past demands honesty, humility, and respect for all aspects of human nature, from the material to the intellectual and volitional and—above all—the spiritual.

To gaze upon creation through a sacramental lens is to admit that God is God and we are not; it is an antidote to the poison of Genesis 3.

But I wonder: as it strains to get over Christ, will the West survive without noticing all the other beaten horses of the world? Or will it one day break its supposed…

A Non-Believer Ponders Life, Death, and Staring into the Abyss

This rural mountain church continues to be good because it continues to do what is necessary.

God is perverted in our minds from a giver into an imminent enemy. He becomes the all-knowing one who alone reads our hearts’ desires and who alone, in His power, can prevent…

“I don’t roll on nobody,” I said, abysmal grammar and all, but a jail cell is no place for linguistic niceties. My voice was rough, as much scared as aggressive. My bunkmate,…

Unaware, we can stand in a museum, in a temple of modernity that extracts life from all other temples. We can gaze into the vengeful gift of a god while that god…