I recently reread the biblical translation so familiar from my youth. I found its power and grandeur unabated, though some of the language has an odd ring today.
Global warming is dry science, an entirely rational question that should be addressed by experts working on our behalf and with our thanks. But it's not happening.
Life in Africa's Sahel region is precarious. There is little biodiversity, annual crops offer a meager harvest, and when the rains don't come famine does. But there is a way to break this cycle.
Anna Madsen has regular clients she sees on a freelance basis. One woman "is so hungry for theological conversation that she has booked every Friday until kingdom come."
If we can put a man on the moon and then, 40 years later, persist in spending far more on spacecraft than on passenger trains, we ought to be able to distribute an income-tax receipt that says so.
Philip Jenkins has argued that Christianity's future is an African one. If so, what does the area poised to become Africa's newest independent nation tell us about Christianity's future?
The "free services" my credit cards offer are made possible by excessive fees and penalties imposed on individuals like Mr. George. I imagined myself his advocate; in reality, I was complicit in his victimization.
We labor under the illusion that if the clock stopped between creation and Fall or between Fall and redemption, they would make sense on their own. But nothing could be more misleading.
"I was doing my material about being a southerner in New York—about regional differences in shopping, food, clothing. People were laughing. Then I made the mistake of saying I was a minister. The room went silent."
Change sets off a burst of emotional energy. In working with
congregations, I'm occasionally surprised by the vehemence or the source
of the emotionality, but never by its presence.