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The Quality of Mercy
You will abide, I hope, my looking back a bit. It comes easily to a man or woman in his/her 70s. Just ask. But if
James Schaap
November 8, 2021
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You will abide, I hope, my looking back a bit. It comes easily to a man or woman in his/her 70s. Just ask. But if
I had an experience early in 2017 that still comes back from time to time to poke my worldview, my fragile hold on “things church,”
“Touch has a memory,” said the poet John Keats, who stared down the impending loss of his own life: death from tuberculosis at the age
During the long and difficult days of the Montgomery bus boycott, Martin Luther King Jr. and his family received daily death threats as he led
The last time I had lunch with my mother had been fifteen months ago—in other words, before the pandemic. A few months after the pandemic
I’ve only been hunting once. It was, on the whole, a memorable experience for all of the right reasons: a handful of days in Michigan’s
April 21. 4:37 a.m. The moon shines. Stars signal a clear sky. No clouds to provide a barrier to the cold. Tender apple blossoms, white
Not Alone: Gatineau, Quebec Sophie was born and raised in Quebec. She left the Catholic Church because its worship services were impersonal and it failed
In a crumbling monastery, overlooking grazing sheep and stony shores, we said words that cracked something open in my heart and changed my life forever.