I used to receive postcards from conservative churches advertising their upcoming sermon series. Why, I asked myself, don't mainline churches advertise like this? That question led to an experiment.
Male mainline Protestants can celebrate what we learn from our female colleagues: that our own sense of ordained ministry is unthinkable without them.
Photo ID requirements not only act as a de facto poll tax; they address a virtually nonexistent problem. Concerns about voter fraud are wildly overblown.
A dying parishioner of mine didn't care about the church budget or the sexual orientation of the choir director. He just wanted help finding a faith to carry him through a life that'd been full of interruptions.
Lady Gaga is a Kierkegaard in fishnet stockings. Intentionally or not, she reminds us that Jesus came among us as a misfit.
Even a painful cheap shot cannot shake Jacob's resolve.
Stanley Hauerwas's new book offers an exuberant retrospective on a life and career in which conversation, argument, reflection and proclamation have shaped and disciplined a remarkable body of work.
Woody Allen fans were in a rough spot for nearly a decade and a half. But now, with his sexy, sun-drenched Mediterranean comedy Vicky Cristina Barcelona and the enchanting new Midnight in Paris, Allen seems to have a new lease on life.