Here’s an excerpt from a new novel I’m working on. In this story, my protagonist Nathan’s father lies incapacitated in a care home, in an advanced state of Alzheimer’s. Initially unable to communicate with his father at all, and feeling profoundly alienated, over the course of many visits Nathan gradually learns to express, and to receive, love.
One of my devotional practices for Lent has been to meditate on paintings of the life of Christ, particularly the works of three artists: James Tissot, Georges Rouault, and William Kurelek.
Three poems celebrating Christ’s Easter victory over death. He is risen! Alleluia!
In the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem, built over the cave where Jesus was born, there is also an arresting reminder of His death.
On July 20, 1969, the first man landed on the moon. One spring morning about the year A.D. 33 the first New Man landed on the earth. His spaceship was a tomb, and He left His pressurized linen suit inside and walked out into a garden.
This week, a reflection on Easter by Frederica Mathewes-Green:
Once upon a time I had a tattoo. I got it in 1977, long before tattoos were chic.
On the night before He died Jesus told His disciples, “I will not speak with you much longer, for the prince of this world is coming” (Jn 14:30).
Last week the world was shocked to learn that the co-pilot of a German airliner had deliberately crashed his plane into the French Alps, killing all 150 people aboard.