Word Made Flesh

By Joshua Fowler
The Pantocrator 1
Only an icon on a cracked, flowered,
wallpapered wall in the priest’s office
slanting to the left, looking like He’s
chewing nails yet wants to put down
that big book and hug me and us all;
but His eyes, His abnormally wide,
gentle brown eyes seem to look in me
and through me then through the dusty pews,
past [...]

When I think of submitting, I think of giving up and losing control. From an early age, we are taught to not give up and to even question authority. Furthermore, we are taught to ask questions and eventually to try to get ahead in life. To submit in this context is a choice.
In complete contrast, [...]

I’ve often mistaken the meaning of “submission,” cringing at its coarse implications, understanding it to be a word of entrapment, defeat, enslavement. I live in a city where women’s struggle to be seen as equals causes this battle of definition to continue, where submission has been grossly misinterpreted. Inevitably I find myself staring into the [...]

In 2004 WMF Bolivia began renting a building in the red-light district of El Alto. It was our dream to offer hospitality to women caught in the sex trade. Our relationships in the brothels had reached a plateau, mostly because of the environment and the quantity of men on the streets. Soon a friend from [...]

Peruvian history books account for the first meeting between two cultures, the Incan and the Spanish, and the subsequent conquest of the Inca Empire (incidentally politically fractured and weakened already). In a few short years, the conquistadors pillaged and stole a large share of the material riches of the Inca Empire. It’s interesting to me [...]

I’m not perfect.
That’s not only a confession. It’s a statement. A truth. A foundation. A starting point.
The other day I was making tortillas (don’t be too impressed; I love Mexican food and the only way I can eat a semi-authentic taco in Romania is if I make my own tortillas). So, I was making a [...]