Genre is testimony to the fact that truth is a real thing, external to our minds, but our minds need multiple avenues to access it.
Catechesis is dead. Long live catechesis.
Mystagogical realism is a potent genre for our late-modern world, disenchanted of mystery and yet more susceptible than ever to secrets.
What does censored Soviet-era literature have to do with starting a new independent publishing house? Quite a lot, actually.
Two new memoirs from Thornbush Press address the perennial question: What is grace?