The book of Revelation and I have a complicated relationship. We flirted a little bit, back in high school, at least until it got me kicked out of church. I suppose I had a little something to do with it, given that I was an uppity teenager, full of questions and doubts in -- of all places -- a Baptist church in Texas.
The past few months and years, the church has become increasingly polarized on the LGBT debate. We have neglected to see the importance of what Jesus prayed. Our churches have become dysfunctional and our witness has diminished.
We matter because we can transmit truths and practices that bring meaning to life. Those truths often stand in contrast to the conventions of the larger culture. In fact, religion at its best teaches ideals and practices that are counter-cultural.
I never thought that a children's film about a Mexican holiday would motivate me to delve deeper into my own religious background and my views on death.
Once upon a time, a mother made her son a wristband. On it was written: WWJD? This, of course stood for: "What Would Jesus Do?" She instructed her son to look at the wristband before making decisions on how to live his Christian life.
A husband should seek sexual renewal in his wife - unpeeling her erotic layers - rather than in the superficiality of porn or the criminal invasion of a woman's privacy. It's a lesson that every man and husband, without exception, must learn and relearn.
Even though he is the mighty "sovereign pontiff," he also knows he cannot just simply impose touchy pastoral shifts overnight without harming the Church's unity. As a former archbishop coming from "the end of the world," the Argentinian pope does not want Rome to solely decide.
In light of the recent resignations of two North Carolina magistrates, explained by their religious convictions that same-sex marriage is a sin or desecrates the "holy institution established by God Himself," I would like to offer a few points of clarification to the overall discourse.
As Diwali becomes more of an American holiday, it's important to understand that it's easier now than ever before to incorporate a better sense of what Diwali and what it means into classrooms. That in itself is worth celebrating.
All in all, the last two weeks have proven a very Jesuit "way of proceeding," as St. Ignatius Loyola would say. It's what we call "discernment," which includes prayer, as well as much discussion, some division and even some debates.
This gay man wants us to co-sign these anti-gay bakers' hate because of some misguided mumbo-jumbo about love and acceptance. I'd like to humbly suggest that we not do that.
Why go to church to hear about a zombie or get possessed by a ghost or drink blood? You can do pretty much the same thing down the street at the nearby Halloween party, and it'll be a lot more fun.
Mystery fiction became popular in the 19th century for several good reasons. The simplest explanation is that there could be no detective stories until there...
When did we give up being the nation that welcomed the wretched, tired and poor upon our teeming shores? Now we imagine they are terrorists armed with viruses.
We had no trouble finding war-level conflicts inspired by the Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt, the Gush Emunim in Israel, and other "sects" in conflicts where killing went on. Where were the matching stories in contemporary America?
A phenomenon of Mass mobs, where large groups of suburbanites worship in the city on a given Sunday, is shining new light for a day on urban parishes that are dwindling or, in some cases, have been closed.
God depended on Tom Shaw for that and Tom Shaw never disappointed. Now it's our job to take the baton -- to carry the torch -- to keep up the work ... taking risks, speaking out in big ways and small ways. Because eventually the tide will turn. And God is depending on us to turn it.
To hear these "experts" pontificating about Islam or Arab culture is more than annoying. It's downright dangerous. Instead of elevating the discourse, they dumb it down. And instead of making us aware of the enormous complexities involved in these conflict zones, they reduce them to simple and easy clichés.
Last Monday I was arrested in Ferguson, Missouri, along with dozens of other clergy, seminarians, and people of many faith traditions. As a white, middle-aged, married, mother of three and a rule-abiding Presbyterian, this was a new experience for me.