The hidden church of Jesus Christ, out of which something of God’s future can come, remains and will never die.

If England has Shakespeare, Spain has Cervantes, Italy has Dante, and Russia has Pushkin, then who do we have? Do we have a great poet who captures the American spirit, the American story, the American identity? We asked a posse of authors and poets to send us their votes.

In enchanting prose, Francis Spufford crafts an immersive narrative that is almost impossible to put down.

Not long ago the answer seemed straightforward. Now, once again, some are questioning who belongs.