

WHY WILDERNESS REMINDS ME I’M A PERSON
I stood atop Sentinel Dome, perched high above Yosemite Valley. It was one of many rounded globes of granite in the High Sierras, and likely the one most easily accessible by car. The sun was poised to set, hovering low in the west and bathing the blue-grey stone and evergreen pines in a warm, golden glow. My legs were singing from the hustle up the trail, and my heart was soaring. I wasn’t alone on the dome, not by a long shot. Small clusters of European tourists - taking ad


THOSE DISTANT STARS: GOD & SAME-SEX DESIRES
This blog was originally posted on Christopher West's Cor Project website. I awoke in the dark. It took a moment to get my bearings. I was in a sleeping bag, lying on the floor of a tent. It was cold, cold enough that I second-guessed the urgency of why I’d awakened. However, to paraphrase John Muir, nature was calling and I needed to go. I wiggled out of my sleeping bag and into the crisp mountain air. What I saw in the sky took my breath away. Allow me to explain. I’m a sub


ORIGINAL PERSONHOOD: IDENTITY & THEOLOGY OF THE BODY
This blog was originally posted at Courage International's Truth and Love website. This week I changed login information for one of my many online apps. In one section, I could select a new update. Male. Female. I prefer not to say. How do you identify? “Identity politics” has gotten a lot of play across the red-blue spectrum in recent years. While it may appear as if the human person is the recipient of an upheaval heretofore unseen, this is not a new question. At the outset


HE REGARDED ME. AND YOU TOO.
Growing up in the days of AIM, one family computer in the middle of the living room presented challenges. Not only did my siblings and I need to compete for coveted screen time, but we also faced a test requiring catlike reflexes and a ninja’s hyper-awareness of their surroundings - the parent over the shoulder. “Who is QTpie87?” “Are any of those chats with boys?” “Why does that say ‘bitch’?” We mastered the art of minimizing screens, of keeping more innocuous chats up long