In Honor of Mary, the Mother of God
Theotokos by Malcolm Guite You bore for me the One who came to blessAnd bear for all and make the broken whole.You heard His call and in your open ‘yes’You
Theotokos by Malcolm Guite You bore for me the One who came to blessAnd bear for all and make the broken whole.You heard His call and in your open ‘yes’You
Sonnets from the Portugeuse 43 By Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach,
Here’s some background: On May 7, 1979, Philip Serna Callahan, an accomplished biologist who has written fourteen books and two hundred scientific papers, was invited by the rector of the
Some complaints about the Faith strike me more as temper tantrums than as calls for repentance, much less as rational criticisms. Over on the Book of Face a reader complained
It’s that magical time of year again when my friend, poor Rod Bennett, has to command the tide of Urban Legend to roll back by reminding everybody that there is
A Psalm for the thank offering. Make a joyful noise to the LORD, all the lands!Serve the LORD with gladness!Come into his presence with singing! Know that the LORD is
In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below. We are
Not to us, O LORD, not to us, but to your name give glory, for the sake of your mercy and your faithfulness! Why should the nations say, “Where is
Though Satan breaks our dark glass into shardsEach shard still shines with Christ’s reflected light,It glances from the eyes, kindles the wordsOf all his unknown saints. The dark is brightWith
I remember a conversation with an Evangelical who remarked that the Spirit had been leading their church to study the lives of Christians who had lived after the time of
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