Down the Basement Steps Every now and again when I was young, my parents would have congregants from the church my Dad pastored over for

Mystery & Manners Last week, the doctoral cohort I’m participating in with the Eugene Peterson Center for Christian Imagination converged to spend a week together.

A person who wronged me deeply, recently asked for my forgiveness. This person (I’ll call him Harrison) had done some things that were deeply harmful

Great is the baptism that lies before you: the ransom of captives, the forgiveness of sins, the death of sin, the regeneration of the soul,

“I’m sad that Christmas is over, Dad.” I was tucking my daughter into bed on Christmas night. She had the night before been part of

This Advent, together with some friends and colleagues from my church, I’m reading a collection of Christmas essays and articles by Karl Barth. The collection

I drew a volume from the shelf in my study the other day, and as I placed it on my desk, enlisting it in the

One gift of my present context in Palm Beach is oceanfront proximity: there’s only a couple miles between our family’s front door and any number