This Broken World Is Holy

On the end of progress, and the return of hope

I was going to write something about Bonnie Blue this week. Then I opened the draft to finish it and realised no: I just can’t. Not this week, and not when the headlines already feels so grim, so much of the time. I refuse to make your inbox even grimmer, by adding Bonnie Blue to it the day before Christmas.

Last Sunday was the shortest of the year. The …