The Masterpiece(s) of God

     I had been waiting for this night for months. My wife and I left Griffin early to drive to Atlanta for the Immersive Van Gogh exhibit. The show was far from perfect — I wish it had been about twice as long and that higher quality reproductions of his paintings...

A Test of Identity

By Steven Norris      Summer break is upon us. Both of my boys recently finished their final exams, marking the welcomed end of an unusual school year. As I was thinking about that, I was reminded of a “final exam” posed to Jesus by some of the religious leaders of...

The Power of Memorials

By Steven Norris “Here I raise mine Ebenezer; hither by Thy help I’m come.” I distinctly remember holding the hymnal, singing the second verse of Robert Robinson’s classic, “Come Thou Fount,” and thinking, “What in the world are we singing?” At the time, my only...

The Divine Dance

By Steven Norris        My first “unofficial” date with my wife came at a homecoming dance at the University of Southern Mississippi. In the midst of a night of swing dancing, our friendship developed into something more substantial. She tells me that I duped her...

He Opened Their Minds

By Steven Norris The great American poet, Emily Dickinson, once said, “If I read a book [and] it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that it is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that it is poetry.”...

Disbelieving for Joy

By Steven Norris      Rock climbers have always fascinated me. I remember some thrilling personal experiences rappelling as a Boy Scout years ago, but I confess that I’ve never been very good at rock climbing. I’ve seen some climbers take incredibly daring and...