To climb, or not to climb: that is the question. At least that’s the question my tour group recently faced while standing before this giant red rock at the centre of my country: Uluru. We were in a bind. It was a showdown between the interconnected spirituality of Tjukurpa, and the ascendent secularity of Tourists. But had we missed something in the race to the top?
Ballroom dancing must be the western culture’s last bastion of patriarchy. A few months ago Nikki (my wife) and I ticked off our to-do-list by taking up dancing. Like most […]
Desmond Tutu has a little children’s book called God’s Dream. In soft pastel paintings of kids from all nations, we discover that God dreams about people sharing and caring, “that […]
Scientists have facts; religious people have faith, right? Life is one giant naturalistic process with no need for God—a big bang, stars forming, planets coalescing, continents drifting, life generating, and […]
“The God of the Old Testament is arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; […]
“Please help. Who am I?” Tomorrow I’m catching up with Sarah, and I care so much about her. If it plays out as it has every other time we’ve conversed […]
Today I want to tell you a story. The Greatest Story there is, at least according to many people. It’s a story about something I believe we all have in […]