The Eighth Day
Posted January 28, 2015
The God of My "Nadhe"
Nadhe. It was a sacred word in my immigrant family when I was growing up. A nostalgic, yearning word. Though it has no straightforward equivalent in English, I continue to search for a translation. Land. Earth. Countryside. Birthplace. None of these will do.
If I close my eyes, though, the Malayalam word blooms in precise, Technicolor memory: impossibly green rice paddies. Coconuts so tender that my grandmother scooped out their insides like whipped cream. The heavy, too-sweet scent of jackfruit, rotting in the sun. The cool, mossy darkness of the family well — forbidden to curious children…
Posted January 26, 2015
There is No Them
By Dan Clendenin
I recently read two books by very different authors that both make the same provocative point. One was by a Muslim teenager, the other was by an evangelical pastor.
Both authors struggle with what Deuteronomy 18 for this week calls the "detestable practices" of the pagan nations — outrageous things like child sacrifice. Only in this case, the authors lament the "detestable practices" not of other religions but of their own people…