Now if your experience is anything like mine, you may have noticed that times of change are when Christians turn on one another, flinging accusations of heresy and false witness. Churches split like this all the time. Let this go on long enough, and you have assorted armies of one, each convinced they are the true bearers of the old ways and vowing vengeance on any and all who say otherwise.
We need these stories to remind us of what we know in our hearts, that we have been blessed with this creation and by ignoring the damage done to it in the name of progress we allow the water to inch a little higher up the shell.
So much of the way we manage and enforce the prohibition of narcotics just seems like sensible policy. But, as Hari writes in the introduction, “Drugs are not what we think they are. Drug addiction is not what we have been told it is. The drug war is not what our politicians have sold it as for one hundred years and counting.”
As with many English majors, my intellectual life was blighted early by a crude little theory, out-of-date even when I first encountered it, that children’s intellects fall naturally into two sorts: the math/science kid and the art/literature kid.
Thirty-five years of quilting have enriched the personal, spiritual and communal life of Jan Holleman, from Cambridge Station, Nova Scotia. Now retired after being self-employed in family businesses for most of her life, Jan, 66, finds joy in having more time to quilt.
According to the United Nations, Afghanistan is “the worst place in the world to be born. And the most dangerous place in which to be a woman.” How, then, do Afghans cope?
A moral battle requires a moral compass. Recent decades have seen a shift in how people acquire their moral bearings.
Pixar’s latest, Inside Out, is a thoroughly unique and creative story told with surprising depth of insight.
When their mother dies, Muchoki is shocked to discover that he will be separated from Jata when they are sent away to different orphanages. Muchoki forms a bold plan. He decides to follow “the string” back to his mother’s ancestral home.
During the month of June I was riveted to the TV. World Cup women’s soccer simply absorbed me. I’ve never been an athlete and in my mid-fifties I consider myself lucky to be able to do a few pushups. So watching women from around the world run, pass the ball with accuracy and throw their bodies to the pitch just blows my mind.
There are two things that demand my attention. The first is how far women’s sports has come and has yet to go; the second is how soccer challenges our assumptions about what it means to be female.
“Can young children be reverent? Can older people be silly?”
“Did you know God’s voice can sound like Bob Dylan?”