I’m proud of my Church’s statements yesterday affirming equal rights under the law for all LBGT persons. So why do I not feel 100% jubilant? Where they lost me is in playing the victim card.
After 20 years, one of my favorite spirituality books has been refreshed for a new generation of readers. Author Marjorie Thompson explains why.
In the person of Jesus, the sacred and the secular fused in a new and powerful way. Why should our celebration of Christmas be any different?
The eligible widower, the plucky heroine, the superiority of life in a small town: Marilynne Robinson’s novel “Lila” has all the usual tropes, but she manages to make all things new.
“NO red and green, NO Christmas trees, NO Santas appear in my house before at least December 20,” says author Sybil MacBeth. “I guess this is extreme.”
Women’s words account for just over 1% of the Bible, but author Lindsay Hardin Freeman is determined to tell their stories. “These woman are real, dynamic, challenging, and fallible,” she says. “God’s love for them, and us, is as strong as the world’s foundations.”
These episodes don’t happen very often anymore, more than a year and a half after losing Mom. But the grief is always there, gently submerged, biding its time.
“Inactive people like me don’t need cookies and a half-hearted note,” says guest blogger Alexandra Michelle Rucinski. “We don’t need letters telling us the light is missing from our lives. We need you Mormons to do the thing you sang about in Primary. We need you to try to be like Jesus.”
While I’m always glad to see Mormons cooperating with other denominations, the unlikely alliance of Mormons, Catholics, and evangelicals against gay marriage is a sad example of the old adage, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”