Author Catie Robertson

Here, I must rise to defy Socrates in the Areopagus. Justice cannot be just without being individual.

America’s cultural dialogue is one breath away from growing stone cold. From dying so utterly that only miraculous resurrection can revive it.

I left the class dazed. Caught off guard. Unsettled.

“We are all on the road to Emmaus together right now,” the minister choked.

We are fools to think ourselves kinder eugenicists than our racist predecessors. We have just gotten better at profiting from it.

Just another day of steamrolling actual women on behalf of the most delicate minority. Who, to be clear, are men in lipstick.

For those of you who have not been privy to the “college experience”, let me give you an insider’s peak.

This experience has come to transform my understanding of the traditionally celebrated Christian season of Lent. My hope is that it transforms yours as well.

When Mike Wallace asked how we should get rid of racism, the actor responded apace, “Stop talking about it.”

In a land where marriage is dismantled and disregarded, not by emperor’s decree, but by each man’s own folly, the message of St. Valentine is vital.