Carson reminds us that our current knowledge of the edge of the sea is but a boundary, a window “for looking out upon the limitless spaces of the unknown” (page 154).

I do not like the sport of hunting. Sure, for those who need to shoot their guns to put food on the table, hunting is an activity to which I, as an omnivore, cannot object.

That Sunday morning, I walked away from those instructions; I did not want to participate in Sunday School spiritual abuse

How can wordless scripture have value, be good and true?

Why is our national bird of prey hovering over an Americanized version of the cross upon which Jesus was crucified?

I’d like to offer some reflections on the common scripture readings for Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, the holiest of days in the Jewish calendar.