Heresy in the Heartland

This is what my 14-year-old self had to say on a long ago New Year's Eve: What I’ve learned most this year:   God will provide for ...

In Which I Return to the Beginning We had exhausted the church options in our own community; now we crossed county lines heading ea...

In Which I Learn I am Not a Baptist Now we were Baptists, or nearly so. Some of the men in suits were my Dad’s clients, successful busi...

In Which God and I are Friends This particular group of Friends was unique in that they did occasionally celebrate Communion, with gra...

An abridged version of this article appeared as a guest post on the blog  Ramblings of Sheldon . In Which God and I Are Introduced ...

"Tolerance is a necessary public virtue, but it does not require Christians and Muslims, Hindus, Jews, and ardent secularists to kno...

I have been a bookworm since I learned to read at five years old. I loved Little House on the Prairie,   Heidi,  and  Little Women , as wel...

Many years ago, I stood behind a church pew and argued with a college student who was the son of a Reformed Presbyterian minister. My famil...

Today, Susan Campbell is a journalist and author in Connecticut. But she was once a young fundamentalist Sunday School teacher, door knock...

Quick history review: One hundred years ago, women in America were still marching for the right to vote. An American suffrage event ...

Today's Christian rape culture is nothing new. From Clement of Alexandria ( "By no means are women to be allowed to uncover an...

I have to love Shalom Auslander. His memoir Foreskin's Lament  is poignant, amusing, daring, and unsettling. One minute it made me gigg...

I used to be in an abusive relationship. My abusive ex was God. Yes, there were other people involved in the manipulation, bullying, ...

I was about six when my parents gave me my own copy of the The Living Bible  and encouraged me to begin reading in Genesis. I loved the illu...