I watch the news on television every day, more than once a day. In the past several months of election rancor, I often watched or listened all day. In that period of all-day news, I sometimes neglected the more weighty…
One night in the spring of 1971, soul-singer Bill Withers was in the music studio recording a new song, Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone. It would go on to be one of the greatest hits this singer would ever have…
It’s astonishing to consider that only a few weeks ago we celebrated the birth of the Prince of Peace. There are absolutely no words to express the contradiction between the meaning of Christmas and the practice of warmongering.
As observances of Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday and MLK Day approach, King’s prophetic warnings about war ring relevant and true to our current political environment.
An international gathering in Abu Dhabi was a hopeful sign of interfaith collaboration in peacemaking.
Because we follow the Prince of Peace, the seemingly endless gun violence in our nation affects us in a deep place. Our hearts and spirits feel this violence as a literal assault on our humanity and our faith. So what do we do now?
Wendell Griffen, 66, is all of these things. But his persona is so large, his reputation so loud, his “rightness” so locked in and eagerly defended, that the man’s depth can be lost in the shallows in which he must wade.
In one of life’s delicious little ironies, New Millennium Church now meets on the campus associated with one of Little Rock’s most ardent racists of the 1950s.
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