The Conference on Christianity & Literature

Spring 2005, Vol. 54, No. 3

Articles

Reading and Faith in a Global Community
Susan VanZanten Gallagher

Evasion of the Finite in Hawthorne’s “The Artist of the Beautiful”
David V. Urban

Ford Madox Brown’s Protestant Medievalism: Chaucer and Wycliffe
Velma Bourgeois Richmond

Special Feature

Reconsidering Levels of Meaning
Northrop Frye

Poetry

A Crow in Light
Swimming with my Father
John Leax

Where There is No Shadow
Still Life with Tulips
Linda Malnack

The Irish Fire-Eating Nun
To love one thing
Sharron Singleton

The Pastor’s Wife Considers Transparency
Nola Garrett

Wake Well
D.J. Humilis

Book Reviews

Medieval Narrative: An Introduction by Tony Davenport
John Micheal Crafton

God’s Last Words: Reading the English Bible from the Reformation to Fundamentalism by David S. Katz
Michael G. Ditmore

John Donne and the Protestant Reformation: New Perspectives by Mary Arshagouni Papazian, ed.
P.G. Stanwood

Coleridge and Newman: The Centrality of Conscience by Philip C. Rule, S.J.
Constance M. Fulmer

Acting Naturally: Victorian Theatricality and Authenticity by Lynn M. Voskuil
Cheri L. Larsen Hoeckley

John Gardner: Literary Outlaw by Barry Silesky
Michael McGehee

Waltzing Through the Endtime by David Bottoms
Barry L. Dunlap

The Life of Graham Greene, Volume Three: 1955-1991 by Norman Sherry
Adam Schwartz

 

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.

    Summer 2008