“For our price he tendered his cross as a mousetrap; there he placed his blood as bait.” – Augustine of Hippo  Do you wonder if a mouse knows better,But can’t say “no” to a well-aged cheddar?Does he see the hammer? The sticky glue?And say, “Dash it, I want the Stilton blue!”Did Lucifer see the heel…

Early on a Wednesday morning, a small, brown-eyed girl named Preena arrived at the village of Dohnavur in southern India. The seven-year-old runaway was brought to Amy Carmichael, a Christian missionary living in the village. Preena told Amy that she had run away from a temple where she was to be “married to the gods.”…

If a person knows only one thing about Augustine, it is likely these oft quoted lines from his autobiography: “For Thou hast made us for Thyself and our hearts are restless till they rest in Thee. Grant me, O Lord, to know which is the soul’s first movement toward Thee… My faith, Lord, cries to…

Isaiah lived with eyes set on God. This is clear from the opening words of his book: “The vision of Isaiah.” Vision is singular, which tells us that Isaiah is meant to be read as one unified whole. It is not a fragmentary account of Isaiah’s prophecies and life with a few historical narratives thrown in…

Like the ale, the conversation flowed freely. The host of the gathering, a stout, middle-aged man named Martin, became more animated and opinionated as the night went on. Martin’s formidable intellect was on full display, alongside his penchant for scatological humor. His students soaked up every word—the profound and the crass—recording what he said for…