What is my picture of death? What awaits me? Will beauty engulf me, or will I dance on its bosom? Will I finish by myself, or will eternity ravish me with overflowing life.

Freud paraphrases Jesus’ famous words with his own, rather peppery, twist.

The Christian narrative leaves us remarkably healed from fear and free to enjoy the delights of this world and long for the eternal ones.

What remains of modern ideology, free-market capitalism, gives us some nice gadgets but does not nurture the soul.

Jesus is the question that haunts us still. He is the promise we dare not ignore.

A proposal has been growing on me that I believe honors the heart of mature masculinity without succumbing to Nietzsche’s übermensch, patriarchy, or gnostic sexuality.

God’s hiddenness is one of his most unnerving qualities.

“Seize the day. Live for the moment. Be yourself.” Behind the vitality these maxims exude there is such desperation, so much fear.

Instead of logos and pathos, Aristotle chose instead ethos: the speaker’s character.

Why is marrying-for-love so obvious to us today? There are of course many historical factors. But I wonder whether one of the most important ones isn’t a letter written many years ago.

I wish our public discourse would reflect the complexity of life more fully.

The gospel we nod to today is something like: believe in yourself. Be authentic. Be you. You’re beautiful. Fulfill your dream.