HOLIDAYS

At the end of the day, the hater and the racist—and the fool who believes these two—are deeply troubled souls.

I Grew Up Methodist. Now I’m a Scientologist. Here’s What Christmas Means to Me.

My favorite service, by far, was always Christmas Eve. The church would be gorgeously festooned with holiday decorations and candles in every direction.

Why Religions Give

This spirit of kindness, goodwill and love is found in all religions.

My Seasonal Pilgrimage: Coming Together, Coming Home

No one’s religion was cause for offense. No difference in color, social standing, job or education impacted the way we interacted.

What Is Your Problem?! or Drama in the Produce Section

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!” The question was bellowed at me in condemnation of my failure to swerve my motion-challenged shopping cart out of the way fast enough to allow passage for the strident, trim, one-third-my-age Whole Foods shopper intent on beating all competition to the Christmas Brewers...

Bloggers of the Roundtable

These “Bloggers of the Round Table” are an eclectic bunch: musicians, writers, lawyers, pilots, business owners, clergy… you name it, and despite the seriousness of their mission, they’re an insouciant lot and great company.

A Christmas Poem

For surely all of us should know acceptance is the way to go, that people differ, east to west, and one man’s faith is not the best