The majority of young adults in America not only think they should explore different relationships, they believe it may be foolish and wrong not to.
What if everything we taught our kids about sex were grounded in a vision of God’s love in everyday life?
When I was six weeks into my student pastorate, I had been to exactly one funeral—when I was seven years old. But suddenly Johnny Johnson died, I was a pastor, and Pearl Johnson collapsed in my arms.
The attack on public unions could deliver a virtual knockout blow to the union movement, and that would be a blow to all workers.
The Bible's exhortation to care for the neighbor isn't necessarily a metaphor. We really do have a responsibility to the people who live near our church.
Many Mexican Christians behave heroically, working for peace and meeting social needs where government has all but abdicated power. But the drug crisis has also exposed some weaknesses in the church.
Why not lead these refugees directly to safety, milk and honey? Why the desert, the wandering, the long years so far from home?
Waiting for Selinsky
Olga Grushin offers her characters the dignity of their dreams. She is not impatient with their restless searching, and she does not dictate an outcome.
The Head and the Heart
This new band's sound has roots in the indie-folk scene, with its moody treatments of simple chord progressions and Americana rhythms. But the larger thread here is classic pop, and The Head and the Heart offers the complete feel-good package.
Hollywood Town Hall & Tomorrow the Green Grass, by the Jayhawks
Alt-country is typically traced to Uncle Tupelo, but the early '90s Jayhawks made better records. Where Uncle Tupelo found scrappy affinities between traditional Americana and punk, the Jayhawks brought '70s country-rock to the alt-rock '90s.
Low Country Blues, by Gregg Allman
While the most tried-and-true way to say "I'm a serious American roots artist" is to book Emmylou Harris to sing backup, a close second is to get T-Bone Burnett to be your producer.
Say Goodbye, by Liz Janes
While Say Goodbye is no straightforward salute to Memphis, soul is as good a word as any for this quiet, strange but above all groovy little record.
Antifogmatic, by Punch Brothers
It's fine to eschew traditional bluegrass for intricate pop, but playing the latter with strict string-band instrumentation just sounds kind of gimmicky.