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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6w3s_spyKQ Lent approaches.

The heaviest burden: “What, if some day or night, a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: ‘This life, as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but

Tom Toro in The New Yorker, February 2, 2015.

The more I drift from my daily engagement with formal academic theology, namely in an editorial capacity, I feel my small driftskiff beginning to take on a kind of water. Which is fine. So I pour out ink and blood and tears, my water. Because the personal is the theological (like the political), we tend

Sorrow Marie Howe So now it has our complete attention, and we are made whole. We take it into our hands like a rope, grateful and tethered, freed from waiting for it to happen. It is here, precisely as we imagined. If the man has died, if the child's illness has taken a sudden turn,