An open letter to the Lord God complaining about the abundance of sickness and suffering
Let me begin by thanking you for delight. For I’ve sat in city parks listening to stories from mouths and eyes that know the earth, and at moments, the wo...
Let me begin by thanking you for delight. For I’ve sat in city parks listening to stories from mouths and eyes that know the earth, and at moments, the wo...
These days I’m thinking about a metaphor found in the writings of Simone Weil: Two prisoners in adjoining cells are divided by a rock wall. Over what must...
The thing that pulls me toward atheism is the very thing that keeps me fully within faith. The daily experience of God’s absence, that utter silence, fans...