One of my earliest memories of the Sacred occurred before I became a Christian. I was older than five, but younger than twelve, somewhere in that murky age where the magic of childhood had decidedly faded–I knew that the tooth fairy was really just my mom–but I was not yet old enough to care about… Continue reading What Is Truth?
For the past few years, I have found solace in the rhythms of the Anglican church year. I adore Advent, which is like Lent, but fun. And by the time Lent itself comes around, I’m feeling ready to embrace the ashes and the ritual of fasting that mark the season. I’m not giving anything up… Continue reading Oh, The Traumatic Cross!
My mom, who goes to plays regularly, was telling me about one she just saw called “The Christians” by Lucas Hnath. She loved it, and told me that the plot centers around a pastor of a megachurch who stops believing in Hell. I immediately asked for the screenplay, because obviously this sounded amazing. And it… Continue reading When Your Past Thinks Your Present Is Going To Hell
My husband feels uncomfortable if he gets too warm at night, whereas I like to pile mountains of blankets over my head leaving just my nose exposed to the world, but only for breathing purposes. If I could use a snorkel and keep my nose warm, too, without also being crazy, I totally would. We were… Continue reading On The Cross of Christ And The Agency of Christians