Brushing Shoulders In The Stable

More Auden and Advent reflections. This time from Alex Sosler. “Remembering the stable where for once in our lives Everything became a You and nothing was an It.” -WH Auden Many times and in many ways, I’m prone to objectify that which I encounter. I see my neighbor not as someone I need to know... Continue Reading →

What Could Have Been – Dana Streufert

A fitting poem from Dana Streufert with Ascension and Pentecost Sunday in our rearview. Check out more of Dana's work at her blog!    Were it not for love this parting act could have been easy   Pain lessened, lighter load lifted, never bleeding   Empty, hollow without ceasing this leaving   could have been  ... Continue Reading →

Seven Stanzas at Easter

The stone is rolled back, not papier-mache, Not a stone in a story, But the vast rock of materiality that in the slow grinding of Time will eclipse for each of us The wide light of day.

The Cultivation of Christmas Trees

"The Cultivation of Christmas Trees", T.S. Eliot, 1954 There are several attitudes towards Christmas, Some of which we may disregard: The social, the torpid, the patently commercial, The rowdy (the pubs being open till midnight), And the childish - which is not that of the child For whom the candle is a star, and the... Continue Reading →

King of Sorrows

Of all the books I read in college one of the most valuable and one of the few that I still find myself returning to regularly is Dorothy Sayers' The Man Born to Be King, a cycle of twelve plays about the life Christ that was written and produced for BBC radio during World War II. If... Continue Reading →

A Chris Webber Christmas

With 16 seconds left in the 1993 national championship game between UNC and Michigan, his team down two, Chris Webber grabbed the rebound of a missed UNC foul shot. With no timeouts left, the Wolverines needed to take it the length of the court to score.

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