Stanley Hauerwas reluctantly defines Christianity and talks about the signs of a baptized life and identity.
So many of us are in constant motion, hurtling down the street with smartphone in hand, running from work to social lives to home, running from north to east to south and back again, chasing a truth of some sort and not finding it -- and, perhaps, wondering why we're not hearing God's voice more often than we do.
Contrary to popular belief, quality is not quantity's illegitimate child. Is it not better to have a congregation of 300 committed Christians than a stadium-sized assembly of 30,000 churchgoers who are there to be served rather than to serve?
No epiphany, just a slow, pondering assessment of my failure to do what I perceived at the time as obeying God. Was He telling me something I didn't want to hear? I set aside my agenda and began to explore.
Here we are, Black American church folk and Shabbat observing Jews. We are the children of those who suffered in the sweltering house of bondage. And many of us have become Pharaohs.
To arm ourselves to the teeth and make self-protection our greatest value makes it harder to love, at least to love those most different from us. The result could be our inability to be swept into the breadth and fullness of love residing in the heart of God.
An old saying within the Israeli political establishment goes something like this: "You haven't made it in Israeli politics until you've been cursed by the Pulsa Dinura." The latest such threat is a conjuring-of-last-resort by those within the ultra-Orthodox community who feel sidelined.
Because there are so many gaps in Jesus' biography it is not surprising that pundits can spin almost any story about his personal life with shreds of "evidence" to support their views. But questions persist.
At first thought, money seems like a simple concept. But what is its role in different faith traditions?
After investing all of this time and energy searching for an answer to whether or not God exists, here's my conclusion: I don't know.
It's time that Christians stop accepting this label of "hated" as a badge of pride, and start viewing it as a warning. It shouldn't be a chink in our armor against darkness. It should be a call to cause us to examine the weakness we have before we go into battle.
Not so long ago anything but a peer-reviewed article or book printed by an established academic press was all that found its way onto a curriculum vitae. But times are changing exponentially fast.
We are by nature pleasure-seeking entities: Everyone seeks happiness, but the problem is we don't know what real happiness is.
Many of the people who define themselves as Christians often miss the mark when it comes to what the Bible teaches.
Is youth wasted on the young? Or is G-d sending us a coded message as we age?
Complementarian megachurch pastors are like pitchers who only throw 40-mile-an-hour change-ups. It feels cheap and dirty to swing at their pitches, but I'm genuinely bothered by what I've been hearing lately from that strange foreign land where Christians believe that wives are supposed to submit to their husbands.