Death

O Death, Where Is Thy Sting?

The religious experience awaits the devastation or a trauma … to bring about an expansion of the self.

His life, his faith, and his Lord.

On Ash Wednesday, the black dust of burnt palms speak of God’s judgment and grace.

Accidental Salvations Through Unmarked Graves

Death no longer reigns, though it remains ever active.

Am I supposed to be “growing into this,” rather than yearning for anything but?

There is no manual explaining why life has been given and why it ends.

Learning to Do Chaplaincy by the Nose

People Are Rarely Prepared When a Crisis Strikes

A sneak preview of an essay from the lastest issue of The Mockingbird, our print magazine.

“I See What’s Really Always There: / Unresting Death, a Whole Day Nearer Now”