And so I have a Rule of Life. If Rules are not my thing, perhaps we change the name…to…”daily thoughts for life,” or … “letters of encouragement to myself,” or … “I keep making poor choices because I want to live my own way but I hate the real results of my poor choices so I wish I had a reminder of how I want to live my life on some key topics.” But that last one seems long.
THE MAGAZINE by George Clifford We humans value freedom for at least two reasons. First, the idea of freedom is integral to our
The bishops of the Church in Wales have published a pastoral letter (and a series of prayers) addressed to their LGBT members. Recognizing the contentiousness of the debate and a history of discrimination, the bishops have tried to both affirm LGBT members and their relationships while also acknowledging a political inability to move beyond the status quo.
Fifty years ago, Time asked whether the idea of God had run its course and lost any real sense of authority. Reflecting on the rise of communism with its commitment to atheism, the horror of the Holocaust and the workings of the Vatican II, Time wondered if there was any future in the idea of real and relevant God;
St James the Great in Newport Beach, CA marks one year since they were told that their congregation would be closed and building sold and forty weeks since they have refused to disappear, growing in numbers and spirit.
Ben, Betsy, Greg, and Lucas weigh in on the new film Batman vs Superman. We go digging through all the superhero antics to find the soul of this big blockbuster.
Even prison walls cannot hold back the Spirit of the Lord
The mist was only a few feet high. I sat down so as to be engulfed in the mist – it was like entering a moist, foggy world where vision was nearly impossible – and mysterious. Then I stood up and my head pushed back up into the clarity above the mist, and I could see shapes and colors and beauty again at a long distance.
Often The “cross we bear” is just a saying we use to be or to name victims, but it’s not at all what Jesus is saying.
So our journey to Easter begins with a reminder of our mortality and takes us our own dusty end to what is truly stark in the Gospel narrative, the insistence, even in resurrection joy, that Jesus himself suffered as brutal and painful death at others’ hands as the worst we read in the news. And there’s flesh all along the journey until we come to Lazarus’ corpse stinking in his tomb and the woman washing Jesus’ feet.