A Sketch
A SKETCH The little hedge-row birds, That peck along the road, regard him not. He travels on, and in his face, his step, His gait, is one expression; every limb, His look and bending figure, all bespeak A man who does not move with pain, but moves With thought....Autumn
AUTUMN Today the peace of autumn pervades the world. In the radiant noon, silent and motionless, the wide stillness rests like a tired bird spreading over the deserted fields to all horizons its wings of golden green. Today the thin thread of the river flows without...A Case for Old Books
I love old books. As in, give me a choice between a new book and an old book, and nine times out of ten, I’ll choose the old one. C.S. Lewis once wrote a defense of old books and said that one out of two books you read should be written in an earlier era; or, if that...The Stories Are True
It happens every once in awhile, and always it is unexpected. Once, it happened in my kitchen while I was washing a bunch of rainbow chard. Another time, it was at a Taize service when we sang the name of Jesus over and over and over again. Still again, it happened...Christ the Bonny Outlaw
On my honeymoon, almost 15 years ago now, I picked up a used copy of Orthodoxy by G. K. Chesterton. I tried to read it then and couldn’t make heads or tails of it. When my editor at IVP told me it was one of his favorite books ever, I tried again and still...K.C. IRETON
K.C. Ireton is a writer and teacher. The author of The Circle of Seasons: Meeting God in the Church Year and Cracking Up: A Postpartum Faith Crisis, she lives near Seattle with her husband and four school-aged children. She is a lover of books, gardens, and tea. Also, Oxford commas.