David Bentley Hart on the Prodigal Gift of Being

  The following is an excerpt from “The Offering of Names”, first entry in Hart’s recently released collection of essays,  The Hidden and the Manafest – Essays in Theology and Metaphysics: Every metaphysics, simply said, that does not grasp (or at least adumbrate) the analogy of being is a tower of Babel, attempting to mount up […]

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The Damned May Enter – Chapter 18

Chapter 18 Tehran, Iran Lt. Col. Mahmood entered the Evin Prison in the early hours after midnight, after pulling through the checkpoint in his Nissan sedan. He had not obtained clearance to secure Malachi’s release, but every passing day posed a great threat to Malachi’s life and the pivotal role he was to play in […]

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Yeats’ Haunting Vision – The Second Coming

There are few poems in the English language as bone-chilling as WB Yeats’ “The Second Coming”. This year marks the century anniversary of a poem that captivated and terrified the modern world. One needn’t be familiar with Yeats’ Irish nationalism, Theosophical inclinations, or his occultism to gain entrance into his imagistic rendering of the collapse […]

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The Damned May Enter – Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Haji Omaran, Iraq – Tehran, Iran             Snow blanketed the bare slopes of the Zagros mountains around the Haji Omaran base. Gently rising cathedrals of white rose into the pale, early winter sky, as a biting wind swirled through the valley. Malachi drew in the frostbitten air on his morning run, each thin, […]

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Lisel Mueller’s Radiant Vision of the World

I first read these words in the basement level of a Chicago bookstore close to twenty years ago and I knew Lisel Mueller was a woman to be trusted: In Passing How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness   and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order to […]

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The Damned May Enter – Chapter 16

Chapter 16 Chaparral, California Jacob waited outside Ascension Presbyterian until after the bell in its tower rang, signaling the beginning of worship. Daniel had offered to save him a seat with his family, but Jacob declined, feeling more comfortable sitting alone. As he entered the sanctuary, his eyes were drawn upward to the stained glass […]

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A Confession

I am not a learned man, as I sit in this empty room I admit the diplomas on my wall are certificates of debt – nothing more; perhaps if my learning did not come through an untamed curiosity and fits of wild distraction I could speak higher of my higher education.   My library is […]

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