Image from a stunning collection by Clare Benson Standing on the threshold, all we’ve left undone smirking in our periphery, all we carry with
Two weeks ago, I was finishing the work of the semester and preparing for holiday travel, so I gladly yielded to the request from our
Happy new year! I suppose that makes it a bit late for resolutions. I’ve never been a big fan of them anyway—dubious as I am
I was musing over some vintage images of Father Time and Baby New Year when I saw on Facebook (source of breaking news, for better
Today I’d like to introduce a guest blogger: advice columnist Pious Petunia. Miss Petunia has been receiving numerous letters of late concerning today’s most puzzling
I’d never really been in a church until I was ten years old. Oh sure, there’d been a couple of funerals, and a Mennonite wedding
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it. The warm sanctuary was quieter than normal. The dimly lit church was peppered
Note: I realize this post is far, far longer than the average blog here on The Twelve. But my turn for blogging here falls on
I’m too old for Kanye and Lady Gaga and too young for Johnny Mathis and Perry Como. My idea of good music comes from James
