The fabric of the tent moves as if its a veil pulled across a face, in and out with the breath of wind. She watches it, prone among red blankets. They’re musty with her sweat, and smell like the goats that the wool was sheared from. In the center of her body, there is pain. … Continue reading Genesis 25
Author: KPB Stevens
What should we do with our pasts?
I've been watching Girls on HBO lately. Amy and I curl up in bed, watch, and cringe. The characters treat each other so horribly. Watching the show makes me remember what I was like at that age, and realize that I didn't treat people any better. My cringing is as much about my own shame as it … Continue reading What should we do with our pasts?
A Poem for the OSU Memorial Service tonight
I've been asked to lead the OSU Memorial Service tonight, and to come up with some opening remarks. While I was at Kenyon, I got in the habit of writing poems to serve as invocations and benedictions. Here's what I've written for tonight: There can be loneliness in grief. People pass us on the street … Continue reading A Poem for the OSU Memorial Service tonight
Two Images of the Wounds of Christ
The first image is from a moralized Bible from the 13th century. The cosmic Christ acts as midwife for himself, the Jesus on the cross, who gives birth to the church through the spear wound in his side. The second image is Caravaggio's painting of Saint Thomas, who was absent when the resurrected Jesus first … Continue reading Two Images of the Wounds of Christ
Maundy Thursday
My parents moved to Malaysia at the start of my sophomore year of college, and our connection to the small Wisconsin town where I’d gone to high school was severed. I had never made connections to any place for long. My dad was a United Methodist minister, and we moved every six or seven years. … Continue reading Maundy Thursday
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