The Radical Shape of Early Christianity: What Convinced a Historian of the Resurrection By all accounts of Roman antiquity, the movement should have ended in the spring of roughly 33...
For decades, the standard playbook for the modern public intellectual has demanded a certain flavor of secular skepticism. To view the world through the clinical lens of empirical data usually...
The Midtarsal Break The rain in the Blue Mountains does not fall so much as it occupies the air, a heavy, gray suspension that turns the volcanic ash of the...
The headlights of the Ram 1500 cut a lonely arc through the freezing drizzle of the Cascade Mountains. It was 2:14 AM. Ben Miller kept both hands white-knuckled on the...
The Threshold The silence in the Boundary Waters wasn’t the peaceful kind you read about in travel brochures. It was heavy, a thick, suffocating quiet that pressed against the eardrums...
The signal on the audio monitors did not look like an animal. Animals, even the large ones, leave a predictable acoustic footprint: a rising curve of ambient displacement as they...
The old-growth canopy of the Beartooth Range doesn’t filter light so much as it heavy-bleeds it, turning the noon sun into a bruised, mossy green. I’ve hiked these ridges outside...
The green-gray static of the night-vision feed hummed with a low, electronic pulse. Ben sat in the dark of his remote cabin, forty miles outside of Tok, Alaska, his face...
The Weight of the Canopy I have twenty-two years of mud in the treads of my boots, all of it harvested from the south-facing slopes of the Cascades. When you...
The Cold Pre-Dawn The timestamp blinks 2:14 a.m. in the lower corner of camera 3’s frame. For the first four seconds of the clip, there is nothing. Just ponderosa pines...