But by missing the grace, by infantilizing the men, by ignoring the evident Christian themes to prove a completely separate point, their story loses its heart, because the miracle, the Encanto, was to be loved by a father so much that he gave his life so his family might live.
The age demanded that we singAnd cut away our tongue.The age demanded that we flowAnd hammered in the bung.The age demanded that we danceAnd jammed us into iron pants.And in the end the age was handedThe sort of shit that it demanded. The amusing thing about this poem is that I cannot tell exactly which …
Rev. Thoma has put together this wonderful little book to help parents and their kids understand why we do what we do in worship.
There is a harsh reality within its pages, but also a path to a better future, the future we had all been promised but refuse to realize, a future of personal responsibility and a culture of peace and unity.
In the waiting and holding out in this bleak world, we find that we have hope and that we are not alone.
Madelyn Rose Craig 