Steve Bell’s Pilgrim Year: A Story Reharrowed This is a spirituality for the weary and wary, not the smug and self-secure. This is a spirituality with bruises and dirty fingernails, not easy contentment.
Heartbreaking Hope and Courage I became Toronto’s embittered lover. In many ways I still am. I have been so faithful to this city, but it hasn’t been faithful back.
Hope in my Wallet But hope is not born of the erasure of the past. Hope requires the redemption of the past, and the reclaiming of its promise.
The Grief of God Not even God knows how to avoid the grief. Because, in a broken world, grief comes, paradoxically with the gift of love.
For Days are Surely Coming Days are surely coming. Without that hope, how could we survive the days that are here?
Gender, Weeping and Hope What begins in gendered weeping finds its resolution in gender reversals. What begins in uncontrolled wailing gives birth to hope for a radical new way.
Dancing to the End of Love … at Auschwitz A dance of the displaced, a dance of the diaspora, exiled within exile.
In Name Alone Not wishing to impose Divine will upon them, God gave them up in the lusts of their hearts to impurity. A Christian nation in name alone.
Bound to Betray Betrayal unravels the very fabric of creation. The grief of God resonates with the grief of all creation.
Jeremiah’s Call and Desperate Times Without prophetic critique, hope before breakfast will be little more than cheap optimism at best, and a pious cover-up at worst.