Reviews

The 2017 English translation of this stirring diary of a pastor’s wife in the Netherlands during WWII was a good thing waiting to happen.

Dreher invokes Noah and the flood, but I wonder if Dreher himself resembles Jonah, running away from the secular, immoral Nineveh of the West?

For some of us, there’s a season, on the cusp of young adulthood – around 16 or 17 – when all the deepest failings and yearnings of your nature seem to announce themselves one after the other, like symphonic themes that the rest of your life will restate with far greater complexity, perhaps, but never again so pristinely.

Josh Larsen’s forthcoming book Movies are Prayers can help us reconcile not just the easy parts of secular films into our faith, but the more difficult parts as well. Larsen convincingly makes his case that cinema does not escape God’s dominion, even in its most commercial and profane expressions.

What do Canadians think about religion? In a sentence, they think it’s a personal hobby that you ought to keep to yourself.

Trevor Noah was born in South Africa to a black Xhosa mother and a white Swiss father. Under apartheid’s rule, his birth was a crime, a violation of the 1927 Immorality Act which prohibited “illicit carnal intercourse between Europeans and natives and other acts in relation thereto.”

Throughout his survey, Rubin gives special emphasis to the role of Christianity in Western society, and he concludes the work by offering his forecast on Christianity’s role in a society based on the morality of self-fulfillment.

Do not fear: this is a highly entertaining thriller with well-drawn, interesting characters. Whatever your level of philosophical fitness, you’ll love this workout.

In writing that is justifiably called lyrical poetic prose, Terpstra has embraced deeply personal and broad macro themes that are intellectually provocative, while also plumbing emotional and spiritual depths.

On Living, as the title suggests, primarily focuses on life, even as patients face death. The book offers a gentle, wise view on not only the lives of hospice patients and of Egan herself, but on a sacred place and space in which we most likely all will enter, either to walk alongside someone who is dying in hospice, or as a hospice patient ourselves.

Isn’t reconciliation more of a spiritual gift, and less of a targeted process to be worked toward step-by step as if by YouTube video?

How do we figure out who we are? And how do we find a space where we can truly be ourselves? It’s a learning process that goes on our whole lives. Moonlight explores these questions, through a window into three short periods of the life of a young African American man named Chiron.