Originally from Ohio, Josh lived on the island of Maui for 10 glorious years. Inexplicably, he moved back to Ohio. Josh is ministry adjacent, with few qualifications, and fewer prospects. And ladies, yes, he is single! Pulled from obscurity, Josh now writes for a place that understands unqualified grace. His sense of relief is palpable. Josh also enjoys long walks and liminal space.
About Josh Retterer
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Skepticism and Low Anthropology: Beholding the Magic While Missing the Point
“When I Listened to Him there was Such a Strange Joy and Pain within Me, I Don’t Know How to Describe It”
Wendell Berry Wants to Shoot a Drone
“I Don’t Think Humans Have any Power over Meaning. Meaning is Given to Us. We Can’t Make Meaning.”
A Devotional for Tomatoes Growing This Side of Eden
While Pruning the Plants, I Realized I Was Talking Them Through It
Behind the Music: Clergy Edition
Rev Coles on Living in the Gap Between Jesus’ Love and Our Best Efforts
“Like a Blaze of Summer Lightning”: Margery Lawrence, Heaven’s Reluctant Guide
She was being called out in The Sunday Express. The British novelist and poet, Margery Lawrence had been identified as a leading contributor to society’s ills, in print. Being a feminist critical of marriage in 1920s England marked you as a troublemaker. Take Lawrence’s novel, which was quickly turned into the film Madonna of the […]
“But I Need Those!” What Happens When A Pastor Flushes A Congregation’s Religion Pills
Have you ever wondered what would happen if a pastor, convinced of the truth of grace, actually tried what Robert Farrar Capon suggested here in The Foolishness of Preaching? I think good preachers should be like bad kids. They ought to be naughty enough to tiptoe up on dozing congregations, steal their bottles of religion […]
What I Stand On: Wendell Berry’s Collected Catechisms
The closer he got to Henry County, Kentucky, the more nervous he became. He had been invited by Wendell Berry to visit his home — the Wendell Berry. When his rental car pulled up outside their house, the late Nobel-Prize-winning Irish poet, Seamus Heaney, thought, “This man is too good for me, and it’s going […]
Tales Too Uncomfortable to Be Apocryphal
An amazing phenomenon happens every time I climb a ladder. With each step, I gain about a thousand pounds. I probably should report it to science, or it’s simply that I’m really afraid of heights; either way, the effect is as real as gravity. I’ve climbed right up through the clouds to the very top […]
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