Posts Tagged ‘Joel Osteen’

Don’t Get Your Pants in a Wad

(Editor’s note: This article was written for Rachel Held Evans’ Rally to Restore Unity—a week-long celebration of Christian unity and fundraising effort for Charity:Water) From where I sit – comfortably, I might add – a lot of people are walking around with massive wedgies these days. ...

May 1st, 2011 | Essays, Featured | Read More

Seeing Through the Crystal Cathedral

Joel Osteen better pay attention before he ends up in the same ugly mess as the Reverend Robert H. Schuller. Schuller might soon be yanking a foreclosure notice from the doors of his Crystal Cathedral in Garden Grove, California. The empire created by the 84-year-old Reverend has filed for bankruptcy....

November 24th, 2010 | Essays, Featured | Read More

Rest In Peace, Internet Monk

Michael Spencer, the man widely known as the Internet Monk, passed away this week. Thousands are mourning his passing, me included. I am more an admirer of Michael, than a friend. We never drank a brew together, never shared a meal. We did, however, exchange some emails and Michael graciously granted...

April 7th, 2010 | Editorial, Featured | Read More

Robertson is right about one thing

Rescue crews hadn’t even begun to unload supplies before Pat Robertson began to upbraid Haitians for their “pact with the devil.” Robertson said Haitians joined forces with Satan’s Army: “They said, ‘We will serve you if you’ll get us free from the French.’ True story. And so the...

January 18th, 2010 | Essays, Featured | Read More

Gimme Theology

I don’t think God has access to email, so I don’t know how he responds to email prayers, or even if he does. I have a difficult time enough praying the conventional way. I’m not about to waste my emotional energy sending out prayers of anguish and gratitude to free-float in Cyber-space...

December 7th, 2009 | Essays, Featured | Read More

Voodoo Christianity

When I was a young girl I had an albino friend. Annie’s hair was as light and wispy as cotton candy. Her eyes as pink as Valentine Sweet-Tarts. At church, whenever we sang that song about Jesus washing me whiter than snow, I thought of her. Almost from birth, I was marred with freckles. Angel-kisses,...

October 29th, 2009 | Essays, Featured | Read More