Daily Archives: January 14, 2021

Stumbling Upon Akeldama in Winter

Empty lot: cursed soil burned black by the raging fires of summer sun, parched as a dead man’s lips. Yet winter rains bring thick skin of green, the moist breath of grasses, the fluttering heartbeat of insect wings, and their echoing hymn: Nothing dead must stay that way. Morning light brings night’s decay.

Our Top Articles of 2020

2020 wasn’t a great year for most folks, but I don’t need to tell you that. Perhaps a small, bright point in that horrible epoch was The North American Anglican: we had our best year by a significant margin. Our readership grew almost tenfold, not only among readers in North America, but across the Anglican…

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