Wherever the church has flourished, it is because men and women gave their lives as witness to a love that is stronger than death. Father Alvan I. Amadi writes that the saints of North America are proof of the church’s vitality.
What began here on earth is lost, mostly without a trace. But who looks for the seed that died when the mighty tree raises its leafed branches to the sky?
James K. A. Smith's new book seems to have been written largely with disaffected evangelicals in mind, those who have “been there, done that and left the stupid Christian T-Shirt at home.”
Darkness and light are but one, the psalmist tells us. Our lives are filled with both. Sugar and skulls. Flowers and dust. Love and loss. You cannot embrace one without allowing the other.