Within this ‘one true myth’, nestled near the end of Luke’s gospel, lies an account that is incredibly dear to my heart...

Once upon a time, though time is a poor word for it, hardly a timeless term at all, for time did not yet exist, time was not yet made -...

Now that the house was finally empty, it did not take long for silence to rush in and fill that rather large vacuum left by aunts, uncles...

The world of late has gone astray. Up is down, left is right, good is now railed as evil, and evil hailed as good—and quite frankly, I...

Picks up the whole horizon, how can it not The weight of the world, wood, and wild Sits upon its very shoulders, that is its lot...

Hands of rich timber, might Divine, With unknown brilliance maketh fine; Alone able to form sea and sky, Eager to give the weary where to...

My dad never was the kind of man that loved movies. He liked Westerns, John Wayne, and Peter Jackson’s The Lord of the Rings trilogy.

In the dwindling light of an evening only a few short years ago, though a lifetime has been traversed since then, a young man broke the...