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Sacrament Hymn

Jesus Deathkiller, 
God’s Lifer, Earth Rover, Gift: 

Be sure, 
in your name and our hope,

The Last Battle: C.S. Lewis and Mormonism

It is common for members of the LDS church to regard C. S. Lewis, the famous Anglican writer, as a “Mormon in embryo/’ who, if he were to have read the Book of Mormon, would…

Seeing the Stranger as Enemy: Coming Out

It’s not easy to motivate two thousand people, about evenly divided among high school students, young parents, and older citizens, to march a mile up a steep hill to listen to speakers on an unseasonably beautiful winter day. But Utah’s state legislators had been up to the task. With language so raw, so full of homophobic hatred, they had called these young citizens, our own children, bestial and subhuman.

From the Land of Nod

I will go on 
loving you, even after 
you have stopped loving 
anyone. What if 

Musings on Motherhood

Motherhood is both more glorious and more difficult than I could have known when I was playing with dolls, pretending to be a mama. The reality of motherhood was beyond me until I became a…

Holy Sonnet for Mother’s Day

No need to pierce my side with soldier’s sword 
Or bleed from every pore as in Gethsemane; 
Designed by Thee to shed blood naturally 
Cycling with the menstrual moon. Lord, 

Jesus Christ in the New Testament: Part One: The Historical Jesus behind the Gospels

The author of the Epistle to the Hebrews sums up his Christian faith with the memorable cry (13:8): “Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today, and forever!” The “yesterday” and “today” of this cry express well both the strong point and the problem of Christian faith. For Christian faith is nothing if not a historical faith. It is inevitably anchored in the historical life and death of one particular Jew of the first century A.D., and yet the meaning of that life and that death has been reinterpreted countless times down through the centuries. The yesterday and the today of Christian faith must always stand in a certain tension or dialectic. 

History

Small things: 
the smell of 

blocks he cut 
from pine light

A Prayer Addressed to Lord of Death

O Yama, God of Death, wield not your arrogant power!
Shield me from your wrath and dark terror. 
You well know that you’ll succeed.