Kent Hayden, M.Div.

I was getting my 10th grade school picture taken as the second plane hit. I still have the shirt I was wearing. When I came back to the classroom, someone had written "World War Three" on the board. A girl I didn't know very well was crying in the corner,...

In a great post on the Rally to Restore Sanity, Alexandra Petri described it as the Woodstock of the "I generation."

Millennials are Generation I, for whom life exists so we can put as many things as possible in quotes. And this "rally" is the closest millennials...

At the end of a journeyman's summer, I lay in an unfamiliar wood, watching the stars assert themselves upon a deepening night. My wanderlust faded into a gentle homesickness, and I dreamt of cookies, warm chocolate chip cookies and coffee, the deepest of comforts from my Christmases and homecomings. I...

The American industrial food complex is inching this country towards disaster. The living soil upon which we stand is disappearing as we mine it and line it with corn. The blue air through which we move is eating through our ozone layer as we feed our addictions to...

A friend of mine used a word today that was beyond the scope of my vocabulary. I nodded as though I understood, and our dialogue flattened out into a monologue. I don't remember what the word was, and next time I hear it, I will have no idea what it...

Wendell Berry has said that eating is an agricultural act. I have always suspected that agriculture is a theological act. The way we produce and consume something as basic as our food not only determines our physical and environmental health but is a reflection of our social health...