Flint, and the politics of the absurd
It wasn’t “new job” anxiety I felt when my wife Jenn pulled out of our driveway to drive me to the Greyhound station in Grand Rapids. I...
Thinking about Flint: Homecomings of the absurd.
About this Pentecostal moment... One would expect that the flame of the Spirit would inspire a more energetic response than I mustered a...