Talking to a friend recently who was experiencing some serious doubt about her belief in God, I found myself saying, "Everyone has to give up the old God and find the real one."
Given the amount of time Fox News spends peddling claims of Christian persecution, you might expect them to have a better understanding of the subject.
Crock pot cheesy potatoes. Where do I even begin? I swear these have a piece of my heart. You might think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not.
Friday night -- At opening time, the merchant who adds cash to the ATM machine slinks in as quiet as a mouse. He stocks the money nest with tens and...
The reality is that there is no Christian persecution in the United States. Not being allowed to discriminate based on completely self-professed and arbitrary "sincerely held religious beliefs" is not an example of persecution. Having the only federal religious holiday be Christmas is a characteristic of a group granted special privileges by civil society.
You know the old saying -- "April showers bring May flowers" -- right? Well, that's not how Lora Wallace -- who works as a show director for Universal Orlando Resort -- looks at her calendar.
In fact, months in advance to Easter, any supermarket I walk into has great displays of chocolate and plastic eggs at their entrances, or entire aisles dedicated to Easter baskets and rows of candy.
I have enough close friends with children whose milestones have, like Hannah's, not been reached, to know that I am not the only one who finds birthdays hard.
While the USA has always been a warrior culture, built on a foundation of conquest and exploitation, that's only been part of the picture. Movements of liberation and the expansion of the mantle of humanity have always been a part of the picture as well, but today they seem less so than I can remember. Why?
At a fraction of the cost of shelter or housing subsidies, New York could offer subsidies to families exiting shelters for stable, home-sharing situations with family or friends.
Beautiful gift-wrapping is kinda like fashion's first impression: a well-dressed box gets noticed, while a funky-monkey number can be shortchanged no matter how cool the contents.
With a squirt of conditioner and swipe of a fine-toothed comb she declared, "He's got it. And it looks like he's got it bad." And so it was that our collective Christmas cheer went up the chimney faster than old St. Nick.
Maybe this year, this new year, we should pray as we never have before, that the wisdom of the least, the last, and the cats might come into our lives and open our eyes, and guide us forever.
Reclaim your priorities -- listen to what your soul has to say, stop ignoring your own voice, stop blaming yourself for everything that has gone wrong. Because here's the thing: You did not create your soul, so you have no right to abuse it.
Like lots of us, my friend has watched Christmas become less a time to remember one particular child who, born into poverty in an arid land, grew up to become a significant prophet known worldwide, and more an opportunity to brag about the very small neighborhood of our gorgeous, accomplished children, grandchildren, and floppy-eared spaniels (or whatever).
Under delicate snowflakes crocheted by the town mayor, beneath a grand chandelier imported from Russia, a Yup'ik priest in a remote Southwest Alaska village led parishioners in song, prayer and praise day and night this week for Orthodox Christmas, or Slaviq.