I've been on a bit of a rant for the past month here at "I'm With Stupid," and I think maybe it's not the best thing for my blood pressure. Thus, I've decided to take a week off from ranting to focus on more positive things.
On Good Friday at the village church in Cantiano, we were so impressed with the choir's performance.
The sun comes up slowly on the banks of Louisiana's bayou's. Lazy mornings mark the arrival of day even as moss covered trees swing sweetly in the hot and steamy breeze.
Whatever Jesus was, God or prophet, I thank him so much for acknowledging the big questions: why are death and suffering entwined in human life? Who would design this? In the end, Jesus resigns himself, commends his spirit to God in faith.
The increased interest of many Christians to know about the Jewishness of Jesus, and the interest from those in the Jewish community to know about the teachings of that first-century Jew, reflect some of the best of the interfaith awakening of our time.
Nope. It's not my Easter yet. And in response to answering this question approximately 34567890987654 times in the last 40 days, this is why.
Growing up with a Catholic father and Greek-Orthodox mother, I just assumed everyone celebrated two Easters. You can only imagine my confusion when I learned that I was the only kid in my second grade class who observed two different Easters.
This recipe includes mushrooms instead of lamb parts that are customarily used and it's another "version" of magiritsa... lighter and healthier!
While filming in Italy for the Rick Steves' European Easter special, which will air across the U.S. next year, my crew and I came upon some startling, amazing and moving scenes.
It turns out that there is a small but increasingly visible African American discussion about disbelief in God, about the narrow sexual and cultural politics of Black churches, and about major moral problems facing us today that may not be suited to solutions from the pulpit.
If you haven't tried tsoureki before, then you are certainly missing out!
It's dangerous to let our understandable outrage at the senseless loss of life cloud the harsh reality that it's time for us to accept that this outwardly healthy "boy next door" co-pilot from a quaint village in Germany could be our son, our next door neighbor, our father -- he could even be us.
My daughter is 15 now, and I've noticed that when it comes to cliques and bullies and mean girl behavior, most of the girls at her school take the Little approach.
With all the political frenzy about both religious freedom and discrimination, the pundits always seem to come back to the same classic case: a baker contemplating whether to bake a cake for a gay wedding.
Over the years, I found two great definitions for mythology. The first was crafted by the man I call my rabbi, the late Joseph Campbell, who said, "My...
March Madness is great fun, but for me the Easter Season is best expressed by baseball and the new life that comes with opening day.