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After resurrection, Jesus acted strange, materializing through solid wood, even though he didn’t look that different. The gashes seeped still, varnishing the tentative hand, the fingers that needed to know him new. Let me say how strange I feel, trusting this to be true—that a body can be both mortally wounded and whole enough to […]

This poem by Elizabeth Hoover uses the photography of Saul Leiter as a source for a meditative dialogue on the nature of an image.

Enjoying and fostering beauty is an integral part of our role as stewards of God’s good creation; the author discusses his vision for Renewal, a grassroots college organization that attempts to foster this stewardship.