When I was a child, I never had any trouble believing in an absolutely loving God because I figured that if God was even half

She leans forward, pressing her palms against the table. I see the fire in her eyes, a fierce tenderness. Or is it a tender fierceness,

By Luke Hawley There’s an E.L. Doctorow quote that I love: “Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as

Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they utter knowledge. – Ps. 19:2 One evening last winter I was startled out of

I remember when I first read God of the Oppressed by James Cone. It challenged me, it convicted me, and it made me re-think my

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By Heidi S. De Jonge There is a place I like to go in Kingston. I call it my horizon place. Driving or cycling down

It is sermon grading season for me as the semester ends so unsurprisingly when I started to ponder a topic for today’s blog, all things

In the book The Shepherd’s Life, author James Rebanks writes, “There is nothing like the feeling of freedom and space that you get when you