Category: Essay

I have sat in that church. Maybe you have too. Everything about it was fine. The people were kind, the coffee afterward was warm, the sermon was true in the sense that…

Thirty years of the same small square of bread. It presses flat between your fingers, and the wafer sticks to the roof of your mouth, and you work it loose with your…

I still have the paperback. A cheap edition of the gospels, spine cracked, and a pencil line under the same three words on nearly every page: kingdom of heaven. I’d started underlining…

There’s a line near the front of John’s Gospel that stopped me cold the first time I read it, because it made no sense at all. Jesus is talking to a man…