On this Mother’s Day, I remember my mother. The following is a letter I wrote to her over 25 years ago. Continue reading My Mother →

By Joshua Shrode

How odd that a compassionate God uses such a mode … a book … to communicate with his mostly illiterate creation. By odd, I mean ridiculous…not of God but of us to look at a book written in a real human language and think, “Perfect! Obviously God’s word!” Continue reading Why Did God Write A Book? →

Philip D. Appleman (1926 – 2020) was an American poet and Professor Emeritus at Indiana University. I first became acquainted with him in graduate school when I read his edited collection, Darwin (Norton Critical Editions). I have discussed his book on the meaning of life, and posted a few of his poems in four recent posts. After his death, he was survived by Majorie, his wife of almost 67 years, but she died shortly after he did. Below is an interview he did with Bill Moyers. Continue reading In Memoriam: Philip Appleman →

Pursuant to previous posts that discussed Philip Appleman’s work, I present a few of his short poems. (I love how they rhyme.) The first one about the death of his mother is particularly moving. Continue reading Poems by Philip Appleman →

[This post is a continuation from the past two posts with an outline of the book’s argument and my commentary at the end.] Continue reading Summary of Phillip Appleman’s: The Labyrinth: God, Darwin, and the Meaning of Life →