Wandering through a Macy’s a few Christmas-times ago, I was surprised to see signs and buttons asking me to “Believe.”  What was I supposed to believe, and why?

This year is thus the 400th anniversary of what became heralded as the First Thanksgiving.

For those who have eyes to see grids and patterns, they resonate with esoteric spiritual implications

Carson reminds us that our current knowledge of the edge of the sea is but a boundary, a window “for looking out upon the limitless spaces of the unknown” (page 154).

I do not like the sport of hunting. Sure, for those who need to shoot their guns to put food on the table, hunting is an activity to which I, as an omnivore, cannot object.

That Sunday morning, I walked away from those instructions; I did not want to participate in Sunday School spiritual abuse