by Ruth T. West
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In all honesty, I’m not really sure anymore how to pray from day to day. I know the obvious topics. They are mostly the same in any situation. I pray…
In our Advent/Christmas issue you will find a traditional Radix variety–with flavors of hope infusing all. Essays cover a good deal of breadth, too. These include the sage advice of George MacDonald on story; ponderings on carols and theology; reflective and instructive thoughts from a spiritual director on this strange 2020 year; five Christmastime book suggestions from a beloved bookseller; a look at Boris Pasternak’s Doctor Zhivago; a warming tale and reflection on “Shirley, Goodness and Mercy;” a review of a timeless movie, Joyeux Noel (2005); some carefully reasoned perspectives on conspiracy; and finally, two heartfelt (and meaningful!) perspectives from
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by Salim J. Munayer
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I was about to enter my house when a neighbor stopped me and pointed to my Christmas tree, visible through the window. He said, “Your Christmas tree is offensive to…
by Sharon Fish Mooney
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...It reminds me of the annual pageant at a care center for developmentally disabled children. Jim, the local chaplain, would go all out to make it a special time of celebration and group involvement each December. He was known to drive three sheep in the back of his van from the local petting zoo to the pageant. Jim named the sheep, who had personalities of their own, Shirley, Goodness, and Mercy.
A poem by Phillip Aijian
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A poem by Ted Lewis
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Some inspiration from Dr. Joyce Ross on Loving God and Being Courageous
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by Bill Reimer
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Radix is ever so pleased to bring our readers some lovely book selections for this season.
The Elysian Fields veer East coast-ward, and if you’re looking down from Heaven, you’d see someone on 11th street and Washington had a crazy sense of humor. In Hoboken they play baseball on the soft, swept grass. In Hades, sunners sunbathe, relieved and insolent like they’d won some game, their good deeds shining back like a UV reflector visible across the Hudson river and the River Lethe. All the while Tantalus sits nearby contemplating suicide. He fails to carry out the act, realizing with a pitiful moan that he is already dead— but he quickly forgets. He sits, benched until
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