Jill Carattini


Jill Carattini is Director of Apologetics, Theology, and the Arts. She is the managing editor of A Slice of Infinity, a daily creative writing resource considering themes from faith and culture. She holds a degree in religion from Hope College, a masters of divinity from Western Theological Seminary, and a Th.M from Duke University, where she studied sacramental theology and the arts. Jill is ordained as a specialized minister in the Reformed Church of America, where she serves on the theology commission.

She is a frequent speaker and panelist and is the acting curator of Still Point, a formal gallery and new focus in RZIM’s growing emphasis on the arts and imagination as a critical means to engage contemporary culture with the person of Christ.

She has lived and worked within a Native American community in Oklahoma, and has studied in the Middle East, participating in a program aimed at understanding the culture, history, and politics of the Middle Eastern conflict. Jill is a native of Pentwater, Michigan, and currently resides with her husband, Tony, and their son in Atlanta, Georgia.

Articles / Broadcasts

  • At the Table

    When summer comes and city corners are full again of kids with bikes and basketballs, my mind returns to...

    - June 22, 2018  |  Posted In: A Slice of Infinity Article

  • The Transformative Power of Empathy

    In the hug felt ‘round the world in 1989, First Lady Barbara Bush began the slow process of de-stigmatizing...

    - June 21, 2018  |  Posted In: A Slice of Infinity Article

  • King of the Hill

    Public radio program This American Life ran a special report on a certain sub-culture of people whose prize possessions...

    - June 20, 2018  |  Posted In: A Slice of Infinity Article

  • Like a Letter

    The question is asked with both biting sarcasm and pained lament: Why isn’t God clearer? Why the complicated hunt...

    - June 18, 2018  |  Posted In: A Slice of Infinity Article

  • Into the Waste Land

    “April is the cruellest month…” begins the first line of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land. The poem is thought...

    - June 14, 2018  |  Posted In: A Slice of Infinity Article