We humans like to leave a mark behind which says: “I was here.” We wonder what will be left behind when we die? Was it good people raised, big churches built, good sermons written, good art in homes or galleries or good memories of people who loved us and occasionally tell stories including or even about us?
Once upon a time there was a squirrel named Bushy. He was a fine little squirrel, but as he grew older everyone began to notice a change in him. All he cared about was gathering nuts. Every day you could hear his voice ringing through the forest: “Gotta get more nuts! Gotta get more nuts!”
We review the upcoming book from Fortress Press that explores the world of Christians who support Trump
For anyone who has always wanted to go deeper into theological study, the arts, or a certain outdoor activity, spending a week here can be like trying to drink from a fire hose.