Essays on Faith

Today is the 250th anniversary of the adoption of the Declaration of Independence. It is our nation’s 250th birthday!! This is a momentous day. Yet I find myself sitting here

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I still remember America’s 200th birthday, or at least I remember it the way a five-year-old remembers things: not in policy or politics, not in historical nuance, but in colors,

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The contemporary Christian rock group Petra dedicated an entire album to the theme of spiritual warfare when they released This Means War in 1987.  With a title track that channeled

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For over a decade, the United States of America was a dry nation. The Volstead Act was a nationwide constitutional ban on alcohol in all its forms, and while statistically,

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Every year at this time, my social media feeds and television channels become flooded with Halloween-themed content. But given the real-world horrors unfolding globally, it’s challenging to find anything imaginary

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There’s a funny thing about living with chronic pain. Eventually, you get used to it. I don’t mean that it goes away. I don’t mean that it no longer hurts.

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Martin Luther stood in peril of his earthly life and possibly his eternal soul. The energetic Wittenberg firebrand challenged more than he realized when he issued debating points to the

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I grew up in a non-religious Jewish home. I never opened a Bible, Old or New Testament. Never went to synagogue. Certainly never went to church. I went through undergraduate

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Scot Loyd wrote a provocative piece It Seems Good to the Holy Ghost: A Defense of Progressive Christianity here on Faith on View. A reader who I know in real

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Social media is fraught with challenges, not the least of which is racism. I admit that over the last few years, I have become less active on social media—part of

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A couple of years ago, a meme started to float around in what I think of as my Internet circles that wasn’t so much a joke as it was an

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One of the unfortunate consequences of growing up as a small, skinny kid with little to no athletic talents, is that I was always picked last when participating in playground

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