Paradise Reimagined: A conversation with Milton

By Jared St. Martin Brown “Till one greater man restore us and regain the blissful seat” (Paradise Lost, I, 4-5) I Hail Holy Fire*, Whose footprints indelibly brand The naked hide of the occupied wilderness Ethereal power into flesh like lead, Ex Nihilo, Light spoken into the womb of chaos Into purity stricken came purity... Continue Reading →


Message of Peace

Yesterday, the Pope handed President Trump signed copies of two of his messages, one on climate change and one entitled “Nonviolence - A Style of Politics for Peace.” The President responded, “We’ll be reading them.” Let’s hope.  The latter is the most Christ-like assessment of the violence in our world I’ve read. And I am... Continue Reading →

Billy and Patty

By Jared St. Martin Brown Back when I lived in Arizona, I used to go on a lot of solitary hikes and camping trips. It was my way of taking full advantage of my time in the desert. It fit right in to the narrative I had already created for myself years ago. As a... Continue Reading →


The Truth of Spring It is the truth of the mist of thawing mud Heavy grass clumped and crawling Waking Writhing in its saturated bed Exhaling winter And every cell in my legs is reborn Each singing operatic into my joints, "Run! Atrophy will not win this year, You are resurrected, You and your woods,"... Continue Reading →

Civil Rights For The Mind

  I enjoy the observance of Martin Luther King Jr. Day because I enjoy the freedom that he and others with him have brought to my mind.  Many of us forget to appreciate the courageous acts of those who struggled for equality, because we often assume that, had we lived then, we would have been on... Continue Reading →


    The Miracle of Birth Pastors have to talk about miracles, and this is tougher than it sounds because the word “miracle” has been brutally sentimentalized by greeting cards and refrigerator magnets for a long time town.  Flip through one of those “Precious Moments” wall calendars and you’ll see what I’m talking about.  A... Continue Reading →


Dear Rich Mullins, You wanted to go out like Elijah With the whirlwind to fuel your chariot of fire   Well, I hope that when you were flying through the window Of that car, as it rolled over on the highway in Illinois, Your spirit never hit the ground   And when your body rolled... Continue Reading →


Can God make a rock so big he can’t lift it?  Can God make a hole so small that he can’t go through it?  Can God microwave a burrito so hot he can’t eat it?  When I was a smart-alecky kid in Sunday school, I loved to ask these questions.  I, of course, did not... Continue Reading →

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