social media

The man turned in a visitor card. I pulled up my web browser.

Kate Ott looks at the moral implications of digital language.

Facebook tells me I have 633 friends. Sirach tells me how few of those are faithful friends.

The new givers are great. Their comments about why they give are even better.

Ramsey shows the high stakes (and common mistakes) of online activism.

In Burton's debut novel, Louise and Lavinia represent the possibility that compulsive self-disclosure is a form of self-concealment.

Craig Detweiler draws on art history, psychology, and religion to argue that staring at ourselves can be an act of faith.

Millions of young adults are watching Friends reruns. Why?

Winnie M Li’s story of sexual assault is hard to read. That’s precisely why it’s so important.

I’ve never read Augustine’s City of God cover to cover. So I joined a Twitter experiment to help me get through it.

Theologian Deanna Thompson used to criticize the pervasive technological creep overtaking our lives. Then she was diagnosed with cancer.

I’ve become the sort of person who checks her phone constantly. I did not have to go this way.

Can we begin to incorporate the best practices of decency and truth in our new media? Can we become more adept at incorporating social media into our larger plan as we hold propaganda machines accountable?

Avoid the media distractions. Focus on collective responses to Trump.

Teenage girls navigate a tough landscape. There are tools the church can offer them.

In a gallery or on Instagram, a camera's lens poses ethical questions.

Time was when we had a neutral commons where those of us who wanted to say something could say it, try to earn people’s attention, and choose whether to give them our own. I’m speaking of course of the internet—a long decade ago, before social media swallowed it whole.

We seem to always want something—anything—to happen. This has implications for the life of prayer.

If vainglory is about stealing glory from God, it is unintelligible outside the house of faith. This may explain why Rebecca DeYoung's book flows against the current of attempts to reclaim narcissism and pride.