It’s not easy being green It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things And people tend to pass you over ’cause you’re…read more
You have to hand it to the Irish. Every March 17th, they put on the party of the season. Celtic or not, everybody celebrates St.…read more
Question: My atheist brother refuses to come to my church wedding. I don’t want to create a scene, but should I invite him to the…read more
When we think of the phrase “faith at work,” some conventional images might come to mind: a priest or nun caring for the poor, a…read more
We were halfway through the hour-long walk back from a neighboring township to our village of Thembalethu, South Africa, when the dark, cloudy skies opened up and a torrential downpour fell upon us. We quickened our pace, attempting to flee the onslaught. The dirt road was quickly turning to mud; with each step our feet began sinking deeper into the swampy red earth.
We were only a month into our Peace Corps service at this point, in a strange part of the village where we had never been, and had little idea where to seek shelter. I was with Heather, who was not only the nearest American volunteer to me but would also become my closest friend over the next two years. We looked at each other anxiously, despair seeping into our hearts as we resigned ourselves to walk for the next half hour, though we could barely see 3 feet in front of us. Then, a small lone figure appeared under an umbrella…read more
The revolution was televised — as well as tweeted, updated and blogged. It began nineteen days ago with the “day of anger“, as thousands of…read more