One night recently, I woke up four or five times with anxiety, and I did some combination of meditation and prayer each time. The anxiety began to lift by morning. I am so grateful that, instead of being alone on my zafu (meditation cushion), I am in the loving arms of my Brother. It makes [...]

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By now it seems everyone knows of TED. If not, you’ve really been missing out.
TED is an annual [...]

Dear Brian McLaren,

I woke up this glorious inaugural morning–when he-who-must-not-be-named is leaving the white house, and a man who is beloved, who offers hope and change, takes his place–I woke up to your invitation to the Mobilization to End Poverty. And I was sad.

I opened the email with a tiny little spark of hope, that you would ask us to look into our hearts and find ways we better love one another.

…So I got to be a little less sanctimonious about being a freethinker. That was an improvement. A little healthy remorse.

But then it hit me that there’s more. I got a glimpse into what it must be like for my emergent friends to see old-time Christians bible-thumping. Because when I see Richard Dawkins’ book (The God Delusion), my stomach knots up and I want to vomit, or scream. (I feel like screaming right this moment, as I write this.) …

On the Emergent Village weblog today, we get a taste of what emerging Christians in Broward County, Florida are doing. One of the members left a “mega-church” to start a church community. I clicked over, and was really excited by what I found. I wished y’all were here so I could say “Look!” And I [...]

I never lied to my kids about Santa. They asked me if Santa was real, and I said Yes! They asked who he was, and I said he was a pretend guy, an idea that inspires us to be kind and generous and give people presents on Christmas. Those kids are grown now, so the [...]

I used to live for Christmas. It was the one time of year my family seemed to be on the same page. My dad loved Christmas and he and I would put the lights up and make sure everything was just perfect. It was the one time of the year I could count on for [...]

… From here, the emerging conversation is looking like a private party where folks talk about where they are coming from. It’s like I’m hanging out with people who all used to live in the mountains, and they say, “Oh, remember how in the mountains it was so cold?” and “I am beginning to think it might be safe to wear shorts.” To tell you the truth, it’s getting kind of boring. I’m tired of hearing about how somebody used to think this or that, but now they are beginning to wonder…

I hear the word Intolerance tossed out in the media a lot these days. People accusing others of being intolerant because they don’t agree with their beliefs. So I visited the pages of my dictionary to find the true meaning of Intolerance . Webster’s New Collegiate Dictionary defines Intolerance as: Unwilling to grant or share [...]

I should confess right off the bat that it was something of a vision. For months now, maybe a few years, I’ve been drawn to this bridge downtown. You know, the Washington-Jefferson bridge?