Princeton University Religious Life

Choosing Life

Choosing Life


What does it mean to live “the good life”?  To many, a quick answer would center on leisure, luxury, aesthetics and beauty, lifestyle, comfort.  (I wouldn’t mind having these things myself!) To think of “the good life” in this way is to think about a pleasant life, one of ease and loveliness.  Another way is to think of “the good life” as one that embodies and inhabits goodness, however the liver of the life in question understands that.  If goodness equals luxury to a person – if the mor

Light Up the World

Light Up the World


Seasons have come and gone; the earth has renewed itself and retired again, and we find ourselves here once more, on this silent night, this holy night.  Much has happened in each of our lives; we are the same people that we were last Christmas and yet we are not.  We have grown, sometimes through the lovely things that happen to us and sometimes through the challenges, the pain.  We have been reminded of – and perhaps experienced – the depths of human brutality, rage, and hatred, and the heights of human compassion

Calling All Fools!

Calling All Fools!


We have come to the third Sunday in Advent.  We make our way deeper and deeper into this holy time.  The birth of the Messiah draws nearer – or rather, we draw nearer to his birth.  He will be there, he is there; we are on the move.  We are the ones on a journey.  We are like the three kings, already lumbering on a long road towards Judah, following that star.  Christ will be born in 9 days’ time, and whether or not our spirits are there is about the journey we make in those days.

Walking in the Light

Walking in the Light


On this frosty morning we, along with sisters and brothers in Christ around the world who follow the western calendar, enter the blessed season of Advent. And for those of us who follow the Common Lectionary, our biblical texts implore us to wake from sleep.

The Things of the Spirit

The Things of the Spirit


Bones tell stories.   I have heard a few.  In August 2000, I walked with a group of students into a room full of bones in Guatemala City.  The bones had been recovered from mass graves around the country, bones left in the earth during the decades-long civil war between leftist insurgents and the government’s army; a war that killed, by the U.N.’s conservative estimate, over 200,000 people, mostly Mayan villagers.  In 1996, the United Nations estimated, after twenty- plus years of civil war, that 93% of the killings were performed by government soldiers or

Going on Ahead of Us

Going on Ahead of Us


Well, here we are again, my friends, on Easter morning. Day has given way to day, month to month; the seasons have turned, and turned, and turned again; the winter was a rough one, but now again we find ourselves on this morning of all spring mornings, the day of the Lord’s resurrection. The tomb is opened; all the dark and the dank inside of it, inside of us, is exposed to the sweet bright rays of heaven. “[N]ow hell is a joke,” as St. John Chrysostom wrote 1600 years ago; “finished,” he said, “[d]one with. Harrowed because now taken prisoner. It snatched at a body and – incredible – lit upon God. It gulped down the earth and gagged on heaven. It seized what it saw, and was crushed by what it failed to see.”