Homo Stulto
The Importance of Words There is a man at my former church whose prayers I relish. Most people pray for the church, the world,…
The Importance of Words There is a man at my former church whose prayers I relish. Most people pray for the church, the world,…
Stagnancy; or, Cleaning the Closet of Christianity Perhaps you’ve noticed it in the news or in print media: Earth is changing, or maybe it’s…
All of the world’s great religions ask us to turn–turn away from harm and wrongdoing, turn towards our neighbor, turn our perspectives around, turn…
The other day, as I drove through the National Grasslands, the first image of a pristine prairie I saw was a one hundred car…
The pallid sturgeon is, perhaps, the least sexy fish in existence. Prehistoric, armored, and occupying the muddy recesses of slow flowing rivers, it is…
Prairie that place silent as a whisper where wind fingers through wheat and ripples over the rough bark of cottonwood trees. Do not drill,…
Interviewing someone who has influenced and shaped your own writing is daunting, especially when that someone is Bill McKibben. McKibben, who now spends much…
Christians like pretty much the same things best: singing, praising, communion, and complacency. In Wendell Berry’s essay “Christianity and the Survival of Creation,” Berry…
For much of my childhood I avoided the book of Revelation. Its apocalyptic message, fraught with fire and death, frightened me. I could find…