I can't help but wonder: Are some pro-life advocates hermetically sealed in a ghettoized world of circular logic? They must be. It's the only explanation. No one else would spoon-feed the opposition with ready-made quotes for their publicity brochures. Sweet-smiling pro-choice convention receptionists can now hand out pamphlets featuring pictures...

Pluck the cotton from your ears and hear the cracks and booms: The Evangelical Right -- always a mile wide and a millimeter deep -- is fracturing. Witness the drama before South Carolina's January primary: Alleged "leaders" gathered in Texas and endorsed Rick Santorum; supposedly Bible-thumping Palmetto State Republicans replied...

Let's wag our fingers while we howl our hollow laughs: Mitt Romney is the focus group's love child, the marketer's political pin-up, the self-proclaimed experienced "leader" who displays mere salesmanship. He transforms like a shape-shifter on abortion and global warming and mouths opinion-poll platitudes: Obama is an appeaser, a socialist,...

Will we seize the opportunity in 2012? Will this be the year in which talking heads stop frazzling themselves over un-moments and non-events? Maybe bloggers won't blog about how a predominantly silent clique should think twice before it fans the flames of panic.

It can happen. Yes it can. We...

I admit it. I've indulged in the annual clerical ritual: I've used the holiday to lament America's spiritual decay and rampant materialism. Ecclesiastical moaning has become part of the Christmas tradition, bundled in the same package as the eggnog, tree-trimmings and Uncle Sal's weird presents ("Thanks, Sal. I love it....

There's an ironic smile hovering in the air after the haggling in Durban, South Africa. Negotiators at the U.N. Framework Convention on Climate Change hoarded in a season of giving; they quibbled over interests while kids sang carols about an Absolute Being surrendering divinity's power. They bluffed, postured and emerged...

I face a question and a challenge as I grope my way into activism. The question: What do I do when the river that swept me into the life of Christ now empties into a toxic swamp? The very word, "evangelical," which once conjured images of joyful Jesus Freaks, conveys...