“On Faith” at the Washington Post/Newsweek blog notes that some worshipers are bringing weapons to worship in order to protect themselves.
Chester Cook knows he can always find a lost soul at the re-ticketing counter at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport.
“Bishops Working for a Just World,” seeks universal heath-care coverage and solutions to domestic and global poverty and the environmental crisis. Bishops make annual trips to the nation’s capital to advocate for specific legislation or changes to legislation.
After yesterday’s Daily Episcopalian essay by Frank M. Turner, the blog-landscape was buzzing with responses, applauds, critiques, hand-wringing, and much good thought, all in all.
One in every 33 women who attend worship services regularly has been the target of sexual advances by a religious leader, a survey released Wednesday says.
“Tonight was about the moral “we.” President Obama delivered a hope-filled speech that called us to stop being part of a camp–and instead see our “camp” as the wider American family. Those of us who are rich, who are poor, who are in-between, those who are ill, who are healthy, who one day may be infirm. We are in this together.”
“The parties at risk are the Church of England and the office of the Archbishop of Canterbury, which may find themselves at the head of a communion synonymous with the agenda of the American right.”
We’d just arrived in the Basque country for a visit with my daughter when an ETA car bomb killed Eduardo Puelles Garcia, a Spanish police anti-terrorism investigator in Bilbao. Patxi Lopez, newly elected president of Spain’s Basque autonomous region called for a peace witness, and my daughter and her partner asked if we wanted to join them in the march.
So the man groped for light; all this was not Life,–it was the world-wandering of a soul in search of itself, the striving of one who vainly sought his place in the world, ever haunted by the shadow of a death that is more than death,–the passing of a soul that has missed its duty. Twenty years he wandered,