[…] slough of atheism from a distance, explored the dunes of agnosticism, and rested on the plains of humanism, I satisfied myself by my late twenties that I would have to find my own Christian […]
[…] a mangled cat’s head on his doorstep; another time, a wad of tin foil with strands of human hair wound around a piece of bone. Still, he played hardball, cried repentance from the pulpit, […]
[…] power. Why, his parents thought his name was Simon.” Kevin shook his head in good–natured recognition of human folly. “The Lord himself gave Peter his proper name when he called him to the work. […]
[…] ritually, and decide to fast. Today of all days you must maintain the proper mood—and your self -control. Yes, think of it as a ritual, a necessary rite. Like giving an inert body back […]
There were times, especially lately, when he wondered if he were doing any real good—any human good—other than keeping the Mt. Taylor 2nd Ward safely afloat and on course. Maybe it was the weather. […]
[…] secrets, voiced the impossible for the simple necessity of forming the words in the presence of another human being. It is her diary, of sorts, scribbled deeply, beyond access, somewhere inside her children’s minds. […]
[…] hate it! I hate the honor that comes from blind tradition, that requires the mindless taking of human life, including one’s own. Absolutely abhor it! Do you realize, Zenji, that just this past year […]
[…] thousand years. The eruptions and deluges of the Northwest plateaus are mighty brooms that sweep clean any human dust, but here she was, after all these years, my great find. The field work has […]
[…] by the artists: El Greco, Caravaggio, Rembrandt, among others, some of whom I had encountered in a humanities class at Utah State. We came to a painting of the dead body of Jesus being […]
[…] been an initiate for only a short time into the secret order of those who know that human beings create offspring in the manner of cattle, horses, and hogs. It was one thing to […]