A good photograph, as Journey’s grandmother puts it, “Stops a little piece of time, good or bad, and saves it.”

On the lower plateau, a couple had staked their tent, a hundred yards away. They were set apart. Affixed to their tent was a big

My hope, in this series of blogposts, is not only to honor Brueggemann’s legacy, but also, using Brueggemann’s work, to brainstorm together what we as

Justin and I looked at each other over our coffees and knew at once that this would be our text as well. For in a

An old proverb says, “When the map and the terrain differ, the terrain is always right.”

Plenty of very smart people have spent significant brain power parsing out the difference between “things” and “stuff”– and the more you dig, the more

We lived outside Cincinnati, Ohio when I was a kid and my great-grandfather, Howard Sumner Munroe (he always claimed his initials “H. S.” stood for