Joseph is a supporting role in the Christmas story. Luke hardly mentions him, and he doesn’t get a single line of dialogue in the entire New Testament. But he should be the patron saint of taking chances.
What could be more therapeutic than being both Big Bird and Oscar? A tender, nurturing, childlike avian is great, but there is a part of us that is a crabby, trash-talking, green monster.
Imagine how good government could be if those who say God is love took love for the poor, the desire for peace and an insistence on honesty into the voting booth. What wonderful things would happen if our values were derived from virtue rather than partisanship?
Good lawyers can grow up in a society that offers preference to rich white men, but the privileged have to recognize their privilege as a gift to be shared. President Trump needs to find a nominee who can imagine what life is like for those who know that no matter how smart they are or how hard they work they will never go to Yale.
The church is facing a test unlike any faced in the modern era. It’s not just that the church is bitterly divided over politics. The dilemma is that not nearly enough of the church’s leadership is working diligently from within to frustrate the church’s worst inclinations.
Here is a question that needs to percolate: would coffee be a better symbol for communion? Grape juice is dull. Wine puts you to sleep. Coffee refreshes, revives and stimulates. The Lord’s Table could be a coffee table.
My junior high school reflected Mississippi’s poverty, racism and provincialism. Good teachers like Danny McBrayer fought uphill battles.
The gastronomic gamesmanship at the annual Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest every July Fourth is for many a celebration of what makes America great. But I have a few questions.
Amid an epidemic of suicides, some fatalities were victims of bad theology who never heard a helpful word from the church.