Our times are unpredictable, a source of pessimism for many. Rebecca West offers us a word of hope.
We live in the midst of a season of forgetting, a time when the discipline of memory seems too troublesome, too unfashionable, too anachronistic in a time seduced by the new.
After the bombing, Coventry's provost did not write “Father Forgive Them,” only “Father Forgive.”
The Rev. Hiram Hisanori Kano: “Through God’s providence, I was transferred to several different internment camps and there I could make nearly 2,000 new acquaintances and friends.”
Vladimir Lossky's diary, on the road to joining the French Army in 1940, reveals an intimate portrait of the famous theologian, barely revealed in his academic writing.
We are engaged in a ministry under occupation. America is occupied; Africa is occupied; the world is occupied.