The Haunting Cry of Ishmael

By Emily His name is Gavin, and we’re seated together on the plane from Belgium to Canada. He’s lived in Brussels the past six years but hails from the Congo. When he hears I work with local churches in Africa, he says he used to believe there’s a God, but now he...

In Which God Romances the World

sometimes i can hear the world breathing.it’s in the stillness, the act of doing nothing, that it hits like blast of train whistle and the mouth of the world smells of pretzels and salt and sweat and beer and coffee and tired and fast food,like the exhaust of...