catapult magazine

catapult magazine
Truth

vol. 9, num. 19 :: 2010.10.22 — 2010.11.04

Throughout human history, we’ve expressed our ideas about truth with images that carry vastly different meanings. Think: hanging it on a flagpole or panning for gold or trying to catch a moonbeam in your hand. Do you meet the word with a swell of confidence or a shudder of unease? Or maybe both?

 

Feature

There is more than one version of this

A crime reporter's perspective on nothing but the truth.

Fact vs. truth

A childhood of gathering evidence gives way to an adulthood of storytelling.

Editorial

Living from mystery

On truth, interpretation and the search for a bible-based way of life.

Articles

The popular and the absolute

Wrestling with truth in the context of taste and interpretation.

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Truth without borders

An interview with John Van Sloten, author of The Day Metallica Came to Church.

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Choosing to surrender

A reflection on religious identity and the freedom of commitment.

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Our shrinking souls

On Emerson's understanding of the soul and the search for divine truth.

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The lie of perfection

On giving politicians permission to tell the truth.

Gallery

In case you missed it the first time

A waste of time?

I thought liberal arts classes would be boring, until I started finding God in every one of them.

Seeking truth

Who are the gatekeepers of God?s truth?

The gift of disillusionment

How and why college sophomores are learning to embrace apocalypse.

Weaving the web

Cornel West: Truth

Astra Taylor’s car-ride interview with the Princeton philosopher.

 

Nothing outside the text? Taking Derrida to church

James K.A. Smith on postmodern philosophy, interpretation and the Bible.

 
 

daily asterisk

The time is ripe for looking back over the day, the week, the year, and trying to figure out where we have come from and where we are going to, for sifting through the things we have done and the things we have left undone for a clue to who we are and who, for better or worse, we are becoming. But again and again we avoid the long thoughts…. We cling to the present out of wariness of the past. And why not, after all? We get confused. We need such escape as we can find. But there is a deeper need yet, I think, and that is the need – not all the time, surely, but from time to time – to enter that still room within us all where the past lives on as a part of the present, where the dead are alive again, where we are most alive ourselves to turnings and to where our journeys have brought us. The name of the room is Remember – the room where with patience, with charity, with quietness of heart, we remember consciously to remember the lives we have lived.

Frederick Buechner
A Room Called Remember

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