If there is one thing that Christianity’s decline has taught observers, it is that it is happening so much faster and more completely than anything we ever dared to dream might happen.
A colossal work of art called City recently opened for viewing in Nevada. Over a mile long and a quarter-mile wide, taking 50 years to complete, this installation makes a huge splash even when seen from high overhead. It’s a statement that speaks to one of the most human things Read more
Every time I’ve said I’ve seen the worst thing evangelicals have ever done, one of them has turned up in short order with a backhoe and asked me to hold their Bible. So of course it’d happen with a book they’ve written!
‘Before You Lose Your Faith’ keeps pushing a vision of community that categorically does not exist and can’t ever exist in their flavor of Christianity.
Toxic Christians love encountering honest, vulnerable people. You know how they see those people? As prey.
I saw an unusual book offered for free on Amazon last week. Its author described The Whispering Crystals as LitRPG, or literary roleplaying games. The plot involves a young woman transported to an alien world, then sent through trials to learn to survive. As she slowly progresses in essential skills, Read more
The fact that so many Christian groups require metaphorical mask-wearing and inauthentic presentation has nothing to do with evil ickie individualistic Western life. Rather, it has everything to do with the exact kind of tribalism that his flavor of Christianity most often embodies.
In the past few decades, Christians’ attempted stranglehold on Christmas has receded further with each bit of dominance lost by their tribe. Now, finally, people are embracing the real reasons for the season.
As a bookmark-carrying bibliophile, I might be required to like this chapter more than usual. We’re now on Chapter 11 of Before You Lose Your Faith. And for whatever it’s worth, this chapter isn’t bad at all. That’s not a huge surprise, given who wrote it: Karen Swallow Prior, now Read more
The teachers organizing our elementary school’s Christmas pageant expected me to do something humiliating. My refusal sparked a crisis.
Their fatal mistake was calling my mother.