Support First Things by turning your adblocker off or by making a  donation. Thanks!


From the May 2015 Print Edition

Into utter silence came the word,not even the rustle of a mouse, nor bird beyond her window, nothing to disturb the restless shift of wings, nothing to curb her fear as she confronted him, the face luminous in the immensity of grace, filled with tenderness and with a trace of awe, if angels can be . . . . Continue Reading »