If I can be personal for a moment, I want to echo Wendell Berry’s poem about trees: “They are the advent they await.” Advent, an arrival or emergence, or as we say in church-speak, a … [Read more...]
surfing the reformation on a wave of religion-less Christianity
If I can be personal for a moment, I want to echo Wendell Berry’s poem about trees: “They are the advent they await.” Advent, an arrival or emergence, or as we say in church-speak, a … [Read more...]