Three Kinds of Lambs
First, there was the Lamb of God. Second, there was the pet lamb I received every Easter. Third, there was the lamb we ate for Easter dinner.
Dear Mr. Eggleston
When I hold your photograph, I’m looking at our car in the Sears parking lot in 1976, and time has collapsed.
A Little Song I Wrote
People won’t buy Bobby McFerrin’s new album if they think he’s a Jesus freak. I was called upon to testify.
Public Education–An Expendable Farce?
The real story of the BDS episode at CUNY is the aftermath.
Singing to Jesus with Eyes Closed
You would think Berkeley had suddenly transformed into an Evangelical school.
Single Sister
I wondered if she wanted to leave. If she asks me to drive her away, would I take her?
Home Taping Is Skill in Buddha
We are musicians, sampling his breaks, writing our own songs hundreds of times.
Every Place is Khalidiya
A trip to the Damascus grave of Dr. Ali Shariati, revolutionary, as the shelling in Homs, Syria began.
Bombed-Out Jesus
It’s not until I look at the blank space where his face would be that I see how white he was.
Monumental Lies: Jefferson, Reconstructed
Why we should be afraid of the vision David Barton–and Kirk Cameron–hold for America. Somewhat afraid.
The Gospel of Primordial Androgyny
Forget one man, one woman. Jesus’s marriage could have been much, much more interesting.
Season of the Creep
Sportswriter Jimmy Cannon liked to say he worked in the toy department. These days I often think of St. Paul putting away childish things.
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