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I’ve watched fear bloom in my heart like a Venus flytrap, snapping at any beautiful thing that dares to flutter too close. And I’ve decided: this joy thing is not child’s play. Joy too can be an act of resistance, as many people before me have observed. 

It’s been pretty quiet around here. I came over to the site to check on things and was a bit startled by how long it had been since I’d said anythi...

I learned to love Jesus at Christmas-time. I mean the kind of loving where your heart dances right over some of its beats. Where you become the sor...

We were in the library when it happened. We had come over the crisp and dusky concrete walks in our overcoats and our hats and converged there und...

"I’m going away from my home now, like a bird leaving the old nest, and I’m fond of home. This room with its four plain walls has opened out into ...

“OH MY GOSH, I want him to stay little!” a little girl wails in a viral video that has been making its rounds this week. Sadie has just learned tha...

Our lives are staked on such simple things, aren’t they? Because it isn’t only true that no man is an island, it’s vastly more true that no belief ...

There is this thing about children. The way they taught me half the things I know about God. They come into the world with red faces and crinkly fo...

“Come now, curse this people, since they are too mighty for me,” the Moabite ruler Balak entreated the prophet Balaam. He was afraid of the people ...