O Rejoice in All Your Works
The red planet and seed pods: an odd juxtaposition. But as I padded quietly through the gallery, it seemed to me that what the two
The red planet and seed pods: an odd juxtaposition. But as I padded quietly through the gallery, it seemed to me that what the two
Part of my fascination, I suppose, is that we are talking about a face here. The article nicely rehearses the significance of the human face
What is the value of a thistle? We don’t entirely know. I suppose God does. I suppose the little prickler gives praise to God in
But amid all your advice about clothes and food, I notice you’re saying absolutely nothing about government corruption and malpractice, ongoing racial hatred, mass incarceration,
Suddenly I’ve realized how stupid I am. I’ve lived in this climate and latitude most of my life, surrounded by these fellow creatures going about
No lights were on, not even a candle. The dusk of the day through the opaque glass ceiling over our chancel area yielded just enough
We know what it’s like to be on display all the time, to be ever the responsible example, to be always leading and mentoring and
After a long hiatus, guest columnist Pious Petunia returns with wise and timely guidance along the Lenten pilgrim path.
Now that I know about this tradition of interpretation, though, I would like to recover it for us children of the Reformation. I mean, why
Bare pots of dirt: that’s my preferred symbol this Advent. Bare trees, dead leaves, winter stillness. It occurred to me the other day, stopping and