I Don’t Know What To Do With Good White Evangelicals

The election is over. The real-estate-mogul turned reality-show ringmaster turned receptacle of American rage is headed for the highest office. And my friends helped get him there. The Evangelicals®. Four out of five white Evangelicals® voted for Trump. For them, he was their only hope to protect religious liberty and human life. Now, we all want life and liberty – our own versions of them – so why should I fault them? Because I fear they mortgaged…

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Oh, America!

Oh, America, you wide open wound, weeping with rage and unrest. You have stunned all us liberals who fancy ourselves educated and evolved. You are done with our smug vision of a perfect world where everything works and all are welcome (except those who don’t follow our rules). You’ve had enough with our political correctness and our hybrid cars and Pilates. You are done with the Wall Street we (and you) allowed to go on trading, without…

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Angry Conversations in Canada

Last week I went to Calgary, Alberta, for six performances of my solo show, Angry Conversations With God, at the Fire Exit Theater. (Thank you, Marianne Savell, for recommending me!) Fire Exit’s artistic director, Val Lieske, says their goal is to produce innovative art that feeds the soul and sparks dialog, no matter what the audience’s faith or walk of life. Don’t count on a stage adaptation of Facing The Giants. They do some ballsy work,…

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Storm

She sat in the back pew. At first, she seemed eccentric: she wore purple a lot, she shuffled in and out. She was at times shy, then ‘out there,’ then she would drill down and look you in the eye. Kind eyes, but eyes that saw into you, then past you and far away. I later found out that she sat in the back pew to pray for everyone in front of her. (Something I could have known if…

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