I gobble books by musicians. Bruce Cockburn's memoir has more virtues than most.
I don't have much use for the notion that hostility toward religion generally or Christianity in particular pervades American media. Yes, Bill Maher can be kind of horrible, but there's really just the one of him on TV. What is common (if still hardly pervasive) among left-leaning commentators is an attitude toward religion that includes little hatred or vitriol but plenty of puzzlement, ignorance, and mild condescension. Here's an odd example by science writer Brian Palmer, on medical missionaries in Africa:
Growing in prayer is not simply acquiring a set of special spiritual skills. It is growing into Christian humanity.
Micha Boyett writes tenderly about her Southern Baptist background, even as she grafts herself into a more liturgical expression of the faith.
My student hasn’t allegorized Jane Eyre as Origen did the Bible. But she wrestles with passages until the text gives her a blessing.
“When I started out I was focused on whether God was or was not out there. Now I am much more comfortable with ambiguity.”
Wendy Cadge asks, What happens to religion when hospitals, many of them founded by religious groups, are secularized or otherwise constrained to serve patients beyond their founding communities?
In the pristine white glare of the airport corridor, the linoleum became my prayer rug. But my solitude was short lived.