The Rabbit Room

Waterdeep and the Call To Live in Tandem: A Review

I’ve never ridden a tandem bicycle. I imagine it takes a measure of coordination and balance I simply don’t possess. More than that, however, I imagine it requires an intimate understanding of your pedaling partner—an understanding of their tendencies, knee-jerk reactions, rhythms, strengths, weaknesses, and on and on. I can only name a handful of people with whom I share this understanding; I imagine you’d say the same. And yet, we’re called in this life to much more daunting, collaborative endeavors than a bike ride.

The Resistance, Episode 23: Eric Hilton

Eric Hilton’s approach would be difficult to mimic even if the world didn’t feel as if it was presently falling apart.

The Habit Podcast: Sandra McCracken

The Habit Podcast is a series of conversations with writers about writing, hosted by Jonathan Rogers. This week, Jonathan Rogers talks with singer/songwriter and hymn writer Sandra McCracken.

Let Justice Roll Down Book Group: Week 1

Our reading group for Let Justice Roll Down by John Perkins, led by Dr. Steve Guthrie, begins today. All materials for Week 1 are now available, including discussion questions, videos, and articles for further reading. Enrollment is ongoing, so join whenever you like.

North Wind Manor: Update

The renovation of North Wind Manor is nearly complete! The fireplace from Tolkien’s Oxford house is up and ready, just waiting for a fire to bring it to life and books to surround it with good company.

Rabbit Trails #24

Jonny Jimison is back with Rabbit Trails #24, wherein Sauron himself is brought low by an unstable internet connection.

The Habit Podcast: Cindy Bunch

The Habit Podcast is a series of conversations with writers about writing, hosted by Jonathan Rogers. This week, Jonathan Rogers talks with Cindy Bunch, author of Be Kind to Yourself and associate publisher and director of editorial at InterVarsity Press.

Taper of Grief

Outside, coursing in from the west, the amber and violet gloaming has begun.

Dinner is over, and I sit at the piano. Behind me a stream of girlish laughter twirls and dashes through the living room in response to the film music I’m playing, but my own shoulders are weighted, as if a hollow has been carved between them, and lead poured in.