Devotionals by Quinn G. Caldwell

Devotionals by Quinn G. Caldwell

Bird Armor

Quinn G. Caldwell

When the artist Seamus Moran visited the Tower of London, his attention was arrested by a disturbing sight: standing amid the rows of suits of armor for men and horses, a little metal outfit, maybe two and a half feet tall.


Super-Human

Quinn G. Caldwell

Earlier this summer, two women visiting Panama City Beach in Florida heard screams and saw two young boys hundreds of feet out from shore.


Ladder

Quinn G. Caldwell

Should you one day make it to Jerusalem, you will no doubt also make your way to what many consider the holiest site in the world: the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.


Just Deserts

Quinn G. Calwell

Every time I read the story of Jacob and Esau, I'm struck again by how much Jacob. totally. sucks.  Like, a lot.


*Gasp!*

Quinn G. Caldwell

I used to scoff, pretty hardcore, at certain ways of reading the Song of Songs.


Not Peace

Quinn G. Caldwell

Most of us long for peace.


Art, Unseen

Quinn G. Caldwell

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that one of the great things about art is that it is not, strictly speaking, needed.


Sing

Quinn G. Caldwell

Humans are the only singing species with a precise and shared sense of rhythm, which is what allows us to sing together.  Two birds might sing the same song, but they cannot sing it together.


The World is not Enough

Quinn G. Caldwell

Perhaps it's a failure of imagination or nerve, but I simply cannot conceive of a world where our existence simply ends at death.


Beyond 6:8

Quinn G. Caldwell

Stick only with Micah 6:8, and you might think that our faith is primarily a scold, trying to hector you into behaving better so you can save the world yourself.