Tag: religion

Campfire

Cristina Cordova — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 00:42:07 -0500

One muggy Minnesota morning during the summer straddling the scrawny divide between my fanciful childhood and jaded adolescence, my best friend Robby and I found religion. It'd been hiding, not surprisingly, inside the whitewashed pine chapel of Lake Bronson Galilee Lutheran Bible Camp.

The Pope and BMW. Hellish.

Chris Birt — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 09:35:52 -0500

I have been struck by lightning.

BMW now apparently wants the Popemobile biz (proposal depicted above). As a Mercedes (exclusive builders of Vatican limos for an eternity) owner, I pray for an intercession.

As no self-respecting Swabian would be seen in a high-end Manure Wagen, neither should His Most Holy Benedict.

"God talked to me today"

Cristina Cordova — Sat, 22 Mar 2008 14:10:01 -0500

The first time it happened, he was sitting in the kitchen behind me.

I was at the counter cutting vegetables for dinner when my older son said, "When God talked to me earlier today, before I went to school..."

That's how he spoke as a child. He was only 11, but his diction was formal, biblical almost, and he habitually attached clauses to make his points more precise. If he heard from God, it would be important to know not only that it was today and that it was early but also that it had occurred before school.

Should Politics and Religion Mix?

Cristina Cordova — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 11:02:48 -0600

“Open-Source Christianity”

Lisa Pahl — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 15:10:54 -0600

The place was mostly filled up by five o’clock, with solemn-eyed hipsters, middle-schoolers, and graying seniors seated on a motley assortment of older sofas arranged in rings. Wine bottles and plump bread loaves sat on scattered coffee tables, which, along with antique rugs and lamps, contributed to the overall feel of a living room (albeit a sizable one). A man with slicked-back salt-and-pepper hair half-shouted greetings to a gangly youngster.

Do You Really Believe?

Lisa Pahl — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 14:01:59 -0600

One morning last summer, leaving my apartment on Grand Avenue in St. Paul, I noticed there weren’t many people outside. It was a fine June day, but there wasn’t the usual line of cars in front of Starbucks. No commuters schlepping insulated mochas, no dog walkers, no window washers at Cafe Latté, and no one else waiting for the 7:23 bus to downtown Minneapolis.

Oh, That's Why Harvard and Carleton Are Such Crappy Schools

Tom Bartel — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 12:08:12 -0600

You know, this is just too easy.

In case you missed Kersten today, the topic is "Why St. Thomas University is going to hell in a handbasket". The short answer is, (and I'm only telling you this because reading the column will just cause you to think ill of thoughtful Catholics) because they don't have the archbishop of St. Paul as an automatic member of the university board of directors any more.

But, in good conscience, I can't spare you the punch lines.

Number one:

Spare the Rod, Spoil the Newspaper

Tom Bartel — Wed, 05 Dec 2007 09:57:16 -0600

I made a mistake the other day and accidentally tuned in to KTLK and whatever right-wing boob they have on during the late morning. With a little checking after I got back to the office, I found his name is Dan Conry, and he has, like so many of his ilk, the IQ and eloquence of a doorknob…or of Katherine Kersten, whichever is higher.

For he was haranguing about Kersten’s column of Monday, in which she asserted (surprise) that the government was out to take your kids and brainwash them.

Scientology: The Local Source

Ann Bauer — Mon, 03 Dec 2007 11:26:33 -0600

Until last week, everything I knew about Scientology came from Tom Cruise on Oprah, and from an experience I had last summer.

Daughter of God

admin — Thu, 24 Aug 2006 00:00:00 -0500

Sometimes, Grace Kolenda Deters dreams in Portuguese. Ordinary dreams are of her daily life in Nevada, her home five hundred feet above Lake Tahoe, with its shore-to-shore views. Or scenes from past decades spent in Minneapolis: graduate school, therapy, her daughter’s ice-skating lessons, snow.