Atheist by Default?

Since creation, two corresponding questions have risen, set, and risen again. Like the sun and moon, they loom large on the horizon of human thought. “Who is God?” and “Who am I?” The Bible records that God created man(kind) in his own image. History shows that man immediately began creating …

See You at the Banquet?

Gourmet food. French-accented waiters. Alabaster columns, domed ceilings, and ghosts of nobility and dignitaries. But when I’ve forgotten much else about that elegant business dinner, I’ll remember the man sitting to my right. “What are you having?” he asked, studying his menu. The buffet,” I said. (It seemed a safer …

Don’t Waste Your Passion on Pumpkins

It’s Thanksgiving day as I write this. The dining table extends clear into the living room. We’ll gather round it in a few hours, a collection of family and friends. They’ll arrive any minute, expecting laughter, food and fellowship. We’ll have that—and pumpkin too. Most of our family likes pumpkins—the …

My Doxology of Praise

The world’s a bleeding mess, God. It’s time to raise praise anyway. For faith, family and friends, always at the top of my list. But for other things too. In these days of tremendous trouble everywhere, thank you for good and bad news. One reminds me to pray, the other …

Got Gifts? Share Them

At 9:14 a.m., one blizzardly weekend last spring, I picked up my home office telephone and dialed long-distance. Someone picked up. “You’re on, Kathleen.” “Good morning, fellow scribes! I never thought we’d be meeting like this!” For the next forty-five minutes, I delivered the most awkward keynote address I’ve ever …

Influential, Thinking Christians?

I read a media list of 25 Influential Atheists recently. They were all well-educated, and, in some circles, highly respected. The list inspired a search for a similar list of 25 Influential Christians. Nothing. 25 Prominent Thinking Christians? Zip. 25 Christians? Nada.  (Kidding.) I did find an early 2000’s TIMES …

Grab the Holy String

God has gifted us all with seven days per week. Like beads, he strings them together with a sturdy thread of words—read, spoken, even written. The pattern of my beads is simple: I spend three days a week in a small house, in a small town, doing ordinary, necessary things; …