Unless you are the senior Senator from Oklahoma, work in Exon's PR department or have a brother named Charles Koch, the evidence of carbon-based climate damage is excruciatingly obvious, scientifically proven, and, like Easter bunnies in heat, mounting rapidly.
It's Easter, which in political terms means there is going to be some government body that attempts to put up religious symbols on public property and some outside group that says those symbols are unconstitutional.
It's come and it's gone. But I believe Easter is hugely significant for all of us, whatever we do or don't believe. And it's not what will have been proclaimed from the pulpits this past weekend.
SB1391 makes all pregnant women subject to the possibility of arrest, but the law also specifically targets some of society's most socially vulnerable women: those who have become addicted to illegal opiates. Today, SB1391 challenged me to think beyond its disastrous public health implications to consider the moral ones.
Today, we are able to exercise our religious beliefs because of the courageous women and men who came before us. Let's learn about some of the women who strove for religious freedom.
Everyone is responsible. Now is the time to come to the aid of your brothers and sisters. This Easter-Passover-Earth Day we need to heed the calls of "Eco-Spirituality" and the IPCC and take bold, immediate action to reduce CO2 emissions.
While I am certainly a creationist, I am decidedly not a "Creationist" with a capital "c," and I am quite content with deGrasse Tyson's description of the very beginnings of our universe.
It is a great privilege to be in Jerusalem on Eastern morning. In a few hours, the city will wake with the sunrise and worshipers from diverse Christian traditions from all over the world with gather to share the words with one another, "He is Risen!"
Beauty, love and remembrance are the ultimate legacy of 1994. And so, too, is my beautiful adopted Rwandan daughter who has found the path to reconciliation.
Say, how old are supermarket eggs, anyway?
It's Easter weekend and I'm agitated as always, torn between a desire to listen to the Hallelujah Chorus being sung by a choir and contempt for a pr...
Some folks are fed up with this year's frigid temperatures and endless snowstorms. But those who love to ski, snowboard and snowshoe have a reason t...
Living from a place of fully loving every part of yourself, especially when confronted head-on with the haters, is not only the path to a deep spiritual awakening; it is exactly what Jesus faced on His own prophesied path.
Easter was to my mother what Christmas was to me -- the best of the best. When I was old enough to articulate my preference for Christmas, I'd start with the unpleasantness of 'Good Friday.' How could torturing someone to death be the cause for celebration?
It was already a big night. I was able to stay up a little later than my three younger sisters. I was a cocky eight-year-old sitting on the vinyl couch in the lower floor of our tri-level watching The 10 Commandments.
It's spring and everything's blooming except me. To make matters worse, wherever I look, I see eggs: Easter eggs, chocolate eggs, bunnies in baskets atop Cadbury eggs. It's a conspiracy. I wouldn't be so paranoid if the holidays didn't remind me of my own eggs, the ones in my fallopian tubes. Unlike Mother Nature who is working overtime, my reproductive system is on strike.