Recently, I received a bit of an Advent jolt thanks to art critic and theologian Dan Siedell. In his book Who's Afraid of Modern Art?: Essays on Modern Art and Theology in Conversation, Seidell tells the engrossing story of the controversy surrounding the work below: The image, created by American artist Andrés Serrano, seems rather innocuous –... Continue Reading →
"We must not take flight to a better land or to some height or other unknown, nor to any spiritual Cloud-Cukcooland nor to a Christian fairyland. God has come into our life in its utter unloveliness and frightfulness."
Hey, folks. Tune in to our new seasonal playlist with this variety pack of new and old, slow jams, and bangers. From our hearts to yours.
The documentary is shot with the same winsomeness in which the show was created, the pacing a tangible ode to the deliberate cadence of Fred Rogers. Much of the acclaimed film doubles as a remedy to the soul - each one of the Fred Rogers stories a unique band-aid for particular wounds.
Shout out to Caleb Gotthardt for passing on this stellar poem by Mary Karr. Enjoy. Ninety percent of what’s wrong with you could be cured with a hot bath, says God from the bowels of the subway. but we want magic, to win the lottery we never bought a ticket for.... Continue Reading →
In a way reminiscent of Jesus’ use of parables as testaments to certain realities of the Kingdom, much of Chance’s work functions as testaments to notions or ideas larger than his own life’s narrative.
S'il vous plait, send the sweetness of these several songs swirling straight into the center of your sensorium, and savor the subsequent scintillating summer sensations sublimating inside your soul...
I want the commercials to simply be apologetic failures I can roll my eyes at rather than a mirror that reflects the apology habits that are, sadly, part of my repertoire as well. Despite wanting an honest apology from the person who has wronged me, I quickly forget the same when I’m the offender. Like Mark Zuckerberg, I fidget, word-vomit, and murmur when I’m on trial.