The Conference on Christianity & Literature

Spring 2003, Vol. 52, No. 3

Articles

Hamlet and the Protestant Aural Theater
GRACE TIFFANY

Tertullian’s Pandora and John Milton’s The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce
GEORGE F. BUTLER

Herman Melville, Immortality, St. Paul, and Resurrection: From Rose-Bud to Billy Budd
GORDON V. BOUDREAU    

Hallowed Ground: Landscape as Hagiography in Willa Cather’s Death Comes for the Archbishop
PAM FOX KUHLKEN    

The Cold-War Christian Humanism of Francois Mauriac
NATHAN BRACHER

Special Feature

Requiem
Jill Pelaez Baumgaertner

Poetry

Angels are Everywhere (and Nowhere)
Albert Haley

Surprise
Vow
John Leax

Turning Radius
Douglas G. Campbell

Seeing Through
Hanna Main-van der Kamp

Waves
Philip C. Kolin

Precisely What This Ole Boy Cain’t Get a Handle On
Johnny Wink

Book Reviews

Love and Good Reasons: Postliberal Approaches to Christian Ethics and Literature by Fritz Oehlschlaeger
Samuel T. Joeckel

God, Gulliver, and Genocide: Barbarism and the European Imagination, 1491-1945 by Claude Rawson
R.D. Stock

Slavery and the Romantic Imagination by Debbie Lee
Laura Dabundo

Recovery and Transcendence for the Contemporary Mythmaker: The Spiritual Dimension in the Works of J.R.R. Tolkien by Christopher Garbowski
Charles A. Huttar

Flannery O’Connor: A Life by Jean W. Cash
J. Robert Baker

Revising Flannery O’Connor: Southern Literary Culture and the Problem of Female Authorship by Katherine Hemple Prown
Avis G. Hewitt

North in the World: Selected Poems of Rolf Jacobsen by Roger Greenwald, ed. and trans.
Mark Johnson

With Averted Vision by Hanna Main-van der Kamp
Tharin Williamson

Questions to Tammy Ditmore (tammy.ditmore@pepperdine.edu)

In the Latest Issue of Christianity & Literature:


Skylight

Joseph A. Chelius

For hours under a
  freezing hole
we huddled in
  thin jackets,
shuffled our
  numbed feet
to Yes and
  early Genesis tunes
on the paint-spattered
  CD player
my brother had
  set down
on a brown milk crate.
In the clutter of tools
  and hoagie wrappers,
bottles of Yuengling
  Lite chilling
in the spare
  refrigerator by the
  pool table,
we traded quips,
 talked point spreads--
spoke the language
  that passes
for affection among
  unshaven men
at sport or on the job
  on Saturday
  afternoons--
but then came the
  lofty play of hands
as we helped to ease
  the big skylight
  in place.
How solemn we grew,
how hushed in our
  concentration:
the four of us with
  our palms extended
in silent communion,
  reaching up
to take it in--a chore
  transformed
into sacred work;
the forbearance of
  the fingers--
gentle wayfarers,
little plodders
  in the dark,
resting, resuming,
grappling above
  our heads,
probing for signs with
  their common touch.

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