Stillness

I have always been attracted to poets who sense God’s presence in the...


Phony Emails

Yesterday I received an email from myself. That’s usually not a good sign in...


Coming In Out Of The Wind

I’m back. A number of friends have asked me if I would ever return to my blog....


Singing Simply For The Beauty

Last Sunday our choir at church sang this beautiful anthem: For the beauty of...


Seeing What Simeon Saw

I’ve been trying to enter the amazing Christmas story from the inside out. I...


We Live With Yearning

The Psalms never cease to surprise. You think the poem is giving it to you...


Joy In A Child's Laughter

I’ve been thinking a lot about joy. It’s kind of hard to find these days....


It's Still About Engaging The Culture

In 1996 I began work as the President of Seattle Pacific University. Like any...


Traveling Blessings

I have been reading a lot of Celtic poetry lately. Most of this poetry is...


The Beauty Of Summer

  Claude Monet  I love summer. As I’ve been marveling on my little patio...


Can Our Nation Ever Rejoice Again?

I’ve been wondering lately whether it might ever be possible again for our...


Just Keep Watching

As we plug into the news every morning, we are often overwhelmed with how much...


Speaking With Grace

In my last post I talked about how Michael Gerson characterizes the state of our...


Finding Our Better Selves

I woke up yesterday at 2 AM and found myself churning over the current climate...


It's Time To Talk About Frogs

It’s time to talk about frogs. It’s time to think about, in Christian...


We are Easter people now!

“Where do we go from here,” we ask ourselves on this Monday morning after...


Most Recent Reading

Here is my most recent reading. I...


A Serious House For A Serious Earth

I’ve been thinking a lot about church. What is church? What is the main...


My New Book Is Out!

Hooray, my new book is finally out! My fabulous publisher Wipf & Stock...


Sing With The Shepherds

I woke up on Christmas Eve morning this year with child-like eagerness. After...


The Chance To Kneel

I’ve been thinking about that manger Christians revere at Christmas time. It...


What's Funny?

It’s cool to be funny these days. We love to watch the late-night-comedian...


When Lightning Struck In Luther's Study

I’ve been trying to zero in on the heart of the Reformation. Good luck, I hear...


Recent Reading On Contemplative Prayer

Here is a list of books I’ve recently read on contemplative prayer. This...


Recent Reading On The Reformation

Here is a list of books I have recently read on the Reformation. Some of this...


It Is Good To Be Here

In the ancient teachings of contemplative prayer, it is common practice to enter...


It's High Time To Rise

I began again this morning a new cycle through the Psalms. This has been my...


Waiting On God's Favor

Most of the time we think we are in control of our lives, perhaps especially...


The Lazy Days Of Summer--And God

The New York Times last Sunday asked two contemporary American poets to reflect...


My Prayer Corner

I come to my prayer corner early every morning. I sink down into my prayer...


The Train Needs A New Track

I woke up one morning a week or so ago with Twitter going crazy over some very...


St. Benedict Revisited

I feel compelled to return to the hot topic of the “Benedict option.” I...


The Season For Memory

I was struck the other evening with a sharp, painful stab of nostalgia. I...


Unhooked From Politics

I’m trying to depoliticize, unhook, maybe that’s a better word, from the...


Good Friday—So Utterly Alone

Jesus was taken away, and went out, carrying the cross himself, to the place...


The Builder And The Contemplative

In his magnificent book The Love of Learning and The Desire for God: A Study of...


Peter Brown, Augustine Of Hippo: A Biography

Last night I finished Peter Brown’s monumental Augustine Of Hippo: A...


A Nation Of "No"?

I woke up Saturday morning pondering whether we had become “a nation of...


Stepping Into Silence

I am thinking these days I simply can’t control the world. “Duh,” you...


Reclaiming Christian Community?

Big publishing news going on today. A long-awaited and much-anticipated...


Crowding Around The Table

François Mauriac begins one of the chapters in his intriguing 1962 book What I...


Like A Drop Of Water

I was thinking the other day how each human being is unique. So is each animal,...


All Is Well . . . Things Are Okay

In my ongoing efforts to step aside from the madness in which we seem engulfed,...


Deep Calls To Deep

I don’t think my mind is big enough, broad or bright enough, to be an...


The Benedict Option?

There is lots of talk these days...


Living In A Bubble—Who Me?

Apparently we live in a world of alternative truths. We float around in our...


The Christian and the Materialist hold different beliefs about the universe. They can’t both be right. The one who is wrong will act in a way which simply doesn’t fit the real universe.

C. S. Lewis

The Dawn Of A New Day

Is it ever possible to be satisfied, to be fully self-accepting, to be content?...


A Cup Of Coffee And The Psalms

As I begin this new year, I am trying to reshape my posture toward our...


Are We Ready For Something New?

At this time of year, I have always been an inveterate goal setter. I love the...


Putting The Ego Back In Its Cage

Our world is saturated with the human ego these days. We are swamped. It can...


The Power Of A Dinner Table

I am looking for good news these...


Waiting For Uplift

The bad news is relentless these days. I find myself skipping through the...


Now I realize that gratitude can also be lived as a discipline. The discipline of gratitude is the explicit effort to acknowledge that all I am and have is given to me as a gift of love, a gift to be celebrated with joy.

Henri Nouwen

Henri Nouwen, The Prodigal Son

This book touched me deeply. I read...


Time For Some Good News

Maybe it’s time for some good news. On the morning when 100 million of us are...


Nowhere To Go

Vincent Van Gogh painted his remarkable Wheatfields With Crows in the summer of...


The first job each morning consists simply . . . in listening to that other voice . . . letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in. . . . Standing back from all your natural fussings and frettings; coming in out of the wind.

C. S. Lewis

Lifting The Burden Of Shame

We live in an age of shame. We are instructed endlessly to feel ashamed of...


Why Write A Blog?

Why write a blog? There must be a zillion of them out there. So many are...


C. S. Lewis, Surprised By Joy

I read this marvelous book many...


Nikolai Berdyaev, The End Of Our Time

I am shocked that I had not...


Christian hope is based on faith. I believe that, amid the crumbling of Western civilization, which has begun, the supernatural character of the Church will become, paradoxically, more and more visible. The hatred of the world will turn against it more and more clearly. More clearly than ever the fate of all will depend on the “little flock” of Christians.

Pierre Manent

Early we receive a call, yet it remains incomprehensible, and only late do we discover how obedient we were.

Czeslaw Milosz

David Brooks, The Road to Character 

This is an important book. We’ve...


Our period has decided for a secular world. That was a great and much-needed decision. . . . Yet it excluded those deep things for which religion stands: the feeling for the inexhaustible mystery of life, the grip of an ultimate meaning of existence, and the invincible power of an unconditional devotion. These things cannot be excluded.

Paul Tillich

A Fresh Breeze From Charleston

I spent last weekend longing for some fresh summer breezes. But really my...


The Big Uneasy On Campus

What’s roiling our college...


Oh My, Such Great Reading Out There

What follows are a number of books I reviewed at earlier stages of my blog. I...


Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

This is an important book. We’ve...


There are just a few essential reads if you want to understand the American social and political landscape today. Robert Putnam’s “Our Kids,” Charles Murray’s “Coming Apart” and a few other books deserve to be on that list. Today, I’d add Yuval Levin’s fantastic new book, “The Fractured Republic.”

David Brooks

The Big Books In My Life

I was asked recently to participate in a project listing my most influential...


Safety On Our Campuses

I keep circling around an incredible column by Peggy Noonan a few weeks ago in...


Discovering Our Purpose

New York Times columnist David Brooks has been talking a lot (in speeches,...


Case For The Humanities

Mark Bauerlein, senior editor...


The gospel of Jesus . . . urges us to be at the leading edge of the whole culture . . . with joy and humor and gentleness and good judgment and true wisdom.

N. T. Wright

When you are alone

You will remember the people more than the place. When you are alone for days or...


Real time design tools

Just the other day I happened to wake up early. That is unusual for an...


Signals From The Edge

Are you ever suddenly surprised that there is something instead of nothing? Or...


Magic, Mystery, And Illusion

Sharon and I went to see Woody Allen’s delightful movie last night called...


And What About Mystery?

I want to return to that amazing article I quoted from a few days ago by Adam...


The Possibility Of Belief: Do The Nays Have It?

I am one who is rarely dispassionate about the secularization of our culture. I...


Americans Are Exhausted

Lots of pictures this morning of our valiant U. S. soccer players, sprawled out...


What we have to do is what the Church Fathers and Augustine had to do in the age when classical culture had lost its nerve and was disintegrating. We have to offer a new starting point for thought.

Lesslie Newbigin

When it seems that everything is over and finished, when the earth crumbles away under our feet as it does today, when there is neither hope nor illusion, when we can see all things naked and undeceiving, then is the acceptable time for a religious quickening in the world. We are at that time.

Nikolai Berdyaev

A Radiant People At SPU

I write just several days after inexplicable, unexpected violence struck at the...