No doubt you’ve seen the news recently that Donald Trump is hawking the “God Bless America” Bible. How did we get to the point where

My 96-year-old mother entered hospice care a few months ago. For a while, it seemed as though she would go on forever, even though we

In County Antrim, on the north shores of Northern Ireland, lies a pathway into the sea. Thousands of interlocking columns rise from the water, forming

She seemed ancient, but she was only as old as I am now (mid-40s). She wore her hair in gray ringlets, was fond of muumuus,

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My wife and I live in Maryville, Tennessee, where she retired from Maryville College, a venerable Presbyterian institution (founded 1819). When people ask where Maryville

As the flame caught a red edge of the cloth, I thought about my heroic uncle and his military service. I remembered, too, my childhood

Editor’s Note: This is another in our occasional series of spiritual autobiographies exploring the question: How do we come to be the ones we are?