By Will Parker Anderson I never planned to be an editor.Here ’s my journey in a nutshell: I’m a journalism student turned pastor turned part-time DJ turned theology teacher turned freelance writer turned professional editor. Growing up, I inherited the false assumption that responsible folks know what they want to do, make a plan, and execute it. Certainty is a sign of maturity. The problem is, life isn’t always that simple, is it? There’s turbulence, soul-searching, setbacks

honest as an egg, sturdy as steel, compassed to Polaris, true as the healing ring slipped on the hand of the son with nothing to bring— whatever is good as a grapevine, special as saved seed, sacred as God’s own name: he who is with you, is coming, is gentle (not tame), holy as a homecoming— whatever is clear-eyed, right-sized, the fair mind, judicious line, weighty and willing to wait, word-wise and wondrous as the wing— think on these things. Whatever is clean as a poli

by Lanier Ivester Is this a fast, to keep The larder lean? And clean From fat of veals and sheep? Is it to quit the dish Of flesh, yet still To fill The platter high with fish? Is it to fast an hour, Or ragg’d to go, Or show A downcast look and sour? No; ‘tis a fast to dole Thy sheaf of wheat, And meat, Unto the hungry soul. It is to fast from strife, From old debate And hate; To circumcise thy life. To show a heart grief-rent; To starve thy sin, Not bin; And that’s to k