Meeting Mrs. D and Remembering My Existential Childhood…

It was a hot, muggy morning last week, the final day of my month-long vacation in Wisconsin,  and my abdomen was in a state of turmoil. I’d later realize my stomach tumult was not indigestion but a bilious stone in the gallbladder I should have had removed years ago. I tried to focus on the task at hand…

A Prayer for Writers, Speakers, and Scholars

I’ve already posted several times (here and here) about the Engaging Orthodoxy panel last weekend at North Park University. I’m still reflecting on some of the topics that were talked about, but perhaps one of my personal highlights of the morning occurred not during the speaking portions but after. As the talks came to a close, our moderator,…