Archive for September, 2008
Monday, September 29th, 2008
Bailout Pain—Why Sin Is A Good Thing
Preachers preaching sermons on sin is the moral equivalent to politicians giving speeches on patriotism. Both are expected and predictable, not to mention mind numbing.
There is the story of a country preacher whose topic was getting sin out of our systems. He concluded by making a point about the evils of alcohol. With great expression […]
2 Comments » - Posted in From Belief Systems To Relief Systems by Robert "Voluptuous" Thompson
Friday, September 19th, 2008
Bending That Arc
I have trouble separating religion and politics. And I observe this to be true of my right wing brethren, especially the fundamentalists, Protestant and Catholic, in my midst, even in my extended family, with their certainty and absolutism and righteousness, a quality I have noticed in my brethren on the left, too, lo these past […]
1 Comment » - Posted in Religion and Politics by Bill Glenn
Saturday, September 13th, 2008
Loving Your Fundamentalist
As many of you know, I am dedicated to inter-spiritual dialog. Not only do I study wisdom teachings from all the world’s spiritual traditions, but I shamelessly practice as many of them as I can, davening to welcome the Jewish Sabbath, chanting the holy names at a Hindu ashram, praying in the historic Catholic Church […]
Comments Off - Posted in From Belief Systems To Relief Systems by Mirabai Starr
Monday, September 8th, 2008
The Presence of Absence
A beautiful friend died just days ago. After five years of living with cancer, she died surrounded by love—family and friends. Ten years ago to the day my brother died. And, so, grief, that well-known companion, has circled back upon me.
Tom Stoppard says of death that it is “the absence of presence, nothing more.” However, […]
3 Comments » - Posted in From Belief Systems To Relief Systems by Patricia Moore
Thursday, September 4th, 2008
Leaking Profits, Lost Sleep
A knock came at my bedroom door at four o’clock yesterday morning, while I was sleeping deeply; I barely heard it. Then it came again. “We can’t sleep; we’re leaving,” said one of my guests.
The night before had been difficult for them. We had sat at a Devon Avenue restaurant, eating mild Indian food. We […]