Romantics, Cynics, and Shalom at the Movies
I am a romantic. I like movies with happy endings. I justify this by saying there is enough in real life to make me sober
I am a romantic. I like movies with happy endings. I justify this by saying there is enough in real life to make me sober
Every Sunday morning of my youth, the words fell from the pulpit like the solemn tolling of a bell: “The Lord is in his holy
Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday, and I’ve given a fair bit of thought as to why that is so. After all, authorities tell
Evangelicals generally insist that “the meaning and purpose of life is to have a personal relationship with Jesus.” That’s how a Methodist pastor I was
“How much should we pay the pastor?” The annual dance around this question at the local church is often difficult and confrontational. Everybody involved hopes
During the counter-culture years in the late 1960s an angry man bluntly accused me of turning my back on the church. That’s how he interpreted
from Immanuel xxiii Mud-splotched, chiggered, thorn-matted hair and beard, naked, a scurried, spidery- crawl on all fours, snarls, bellows, less human the more they heard:
Americans are not comfortable with their nation being associated with the term “empire.” Despite its substantial numbers of troops and governing power in Afghanistan and
It is only human nature to grip too tightly and compress the certainties [of the Christian faith] into too-limited, too-simple formulations. Part of us wants