On The Brothers Karamazov: An Unfinished Review

A couple of months ago, I finished reading Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s profound book, The Brothers Karamazov. As the pages drew to a close, I wondered how the truth and the beauty of what I was reading might be translated. So I made some notes in my journal with the hopes of returning to these thoughts and expanding them…

Ecstasy without Transformation

The other day I came across an article in a local newspaper from sometime in the summer, because, you know, I like to stay on top of things. The article was describing the best Christians in the city of Seattle, so naturally, I was looking for my own name. Hey, I’ve only been in town…