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There is a reason love so often becomes the final word. For Christians, for mystics, for those who speak of “spiritual truth” without quite knowing where to place it, love offers something uniquely consoling. It promises an essential coherence underlying the mess of things. It suggests that beneath suffering, contingency, and loss there is a…

I’ve long felt uneasy with the way Christianity talks about itself. Not so much in what it says about God, but in how it decides who belongs, where truth is allowed to live, and how tightly it must be held to remain safe. Faith often begins with relief. A sense of having found something that…

I once believed faith required certainty to survive. I am learning that honesty sustains it far better. I recently found something I wrote almost twenty years ago. It is long, confident, and entirely sure of where history is headed. It speaks of cosmic wars, divine law, heavenly sanctuaries, and a God steadily revealing truth through…

I offer this piece in two voices: the one I had fifteen years ago, and the one I carry now. The first half is taken from a blog post I wrote as a believer, convinced of Eden’s historic value, the Sabbath, and the outward-moving love of God. I have left these words mostly untouched, because…