This month I bought a large framed photograph of the Holy Spirit. Impossible, you say? Heretical, perhaps? But imagine this: An empty dance floor in an old school or a city loft somewhere. A row of casement windows open to the breeze, light streaming in. A single metal folding chair against the far wall. And…

Guest Blogger I live in a pretty college town in a lush, green valley, in a state famous for its forests and magnificent coastline. The timber industry has held sway here since the late 1800s. Forestry has its own college at the university, and it’s not uncommon to wait at a traffic light behind a…