Against Death Itself

The Body of Christ is at war. We are at war. Easter is war. In the winter, when ice descends on Harvard and the birds fall silent, we are quick to forget the promise of new life. We succumb to the slow relentless friction of our academic existence, propelled dumbly forward by fear of failure and

11.20.2009| Last Things, Volume 5, Issue 1 | Cameron D. Kirk-Giannini