I know one thing: there is holiness.
For some reason, I couldn’t find the holy in the holy rocks everyone else was venerating.
Frances FitzGerald gets the religious right wrong—along with the evangelical tradition generally.
Katharine Bushnell was a reforming whirlwind who left the mission field to campaign for temperance and against the sex trade.
Many Christians can name the hour and the place of their salvation. For me it was answering not one but two altar calls at Billy Graham crusades in the 1960s. For Reinhold Niebuhr, who was asked if he could name the time and place of his salvation, it was “2,000 years ago on a dusty hill named Golgotha outside Jerusalem’s wall.”
I am more at home with the ashes of Lent than with the perfect lilies of Easter.