Trapped within his own private reality, the vigilante can no longer be sure whether he is acting to vindicate the corrupted order of public justice or merely to achieve some private catharsis.
Politics and Political Service
The fabric of common speech that binds us together is vulnerable… What recourse do we have when we face a breakdown in political discussion, when everyone speaks to themselves and nobody listens?
Christmastide is a time of re-enchanting. The frankly supernatural aspects of Christianity can’t be swept too far under the rug, this time of year. The season comes laden with glimpses of the heavenly realm intersecting with earth; the light casting away the works of darkness.
Preparing for Death: Philosophy, Meet Theology
Heather C. Ohaneson
Theology and philosophy teach us that we prepare for dying by thinking about death, but we prepare for death by living well.
All Aboard the Generation Ship
Leah Libresco Sargeant
“We’re still in a period of waiting, but, if catacombs aren’t quite the right image, neither is hibernation—we still have important work to do.
What I keep coming back to is the image of a generation ship…”
Leah Libresco Sargeant on how to help your community thrive on long-haul interplanetary journeys.
The End of the World, One Year In: Notes from (Off) Campus
Joel Heng Hartse
“There is more I want to say into those blank screens, but I feel so lost as I watch them watch me, one small, brightly animated square among the black. In this moment I hardly know who I am without them. They are the black holes, but I am the one floating untethered in space.”
Joel Heng Hartse offers a professor’s perspective on the pandemic.
It has been a year of sorrows both personal and national. As we each feel our way through the intensity, how does one awaken to that sorrow that is holy and transformative for Spirit-empowered change in the world, and turn away from a sorrow that paralyzes and blames?
Praying Through the Political Divides in the Family
Aryana Petrosky Roberts
“I knew we were about to enter the point where we both had deaf ears, loud mouths. I knew then, as I know now, that political debate doesn’t change minds. I knew that I loved him. I knew that I don’t know everything. I knew that I might easily be a fool.
So, on a whim, I asked my dad if he wanted to pray with me.”
Some of us might hesitate to call our present moment apocalyptic, but it is. An apocalypse is an unveiling, and we should expect many apocalypses to rock our world before the end of all things. Some of these apocalypses can be filled with grace, even as others unveil many dark corners of our nation.
God Has Heard
Joshua Bombino, Chelsea Langston Bombino
This has been a year of ambiguous grief. How do we situate ourselves within the experience of loss, personal and communal, when it feels like that loss slouches toward nothing? Here is an offering for those who mourn. It is a timeline, a gallery of grief and hope in dialectic.