You Welcomed Me is a slender, but powerful, meditation for Christians living in relative economic, political, and spiritual comfort, challenging us to reflect on how we think about the strangers who live—or seek to live—among us.
With lush arrangements featuring everything from piano to saxophone to perfectly paced percussion, the sonic experience of Child of My Sorrow is, well, fun.
In Roseanne, the Conners’ current state of fragmentation, political and social, is like holding a mirror up to our society. It ain’t pretty, but it’s us.
In the face of the threat to the very existence of the periodical, it does not seem out of place to offer support of the medium in overwrought spiritual terms.
We are the audience, with our endless appetite for scandal, standing around the woman at the well (or in this case the two women at the well), ready to throw stones.
A sense of who Anne is and a certain integrity about her portrayal is necessary if she is to matter at all.
Maybe we hate the Pepsi ad for reasons other than the more obvious ones: its vapidity, unironic consumerism, excessive denim.
Ideally, it seems, worship music should be written and performed by attractive young people sporting angular haircuts, tight T-shirts, and tattoos.
For all its psychologizing of its subject, what the final season of Sherlock fails to understand is Sherlock himself.
The album Time Without Measure takes on activism with intimate, challenging lyrics in the style of Sufjan Stevens and The Mountain Goats.
We should never forget the real meaning of Halloween: paganism.
We owe it all to Trump, who was among the first one to go on Reality TV and tell reality itself to get lost.
The standard explanation for the power of personal narrative is that out of a particular experience, the universal one can be understood, or at least felt, if only briefly.
Many evangelicals consider themselves to be in danger of persecution, with Trump offering their best hope; many secular Americans see things differently.
J.K. Rowling can tamper with the characters to her heart’s content, but I can no longer, in good faith, be part of this creator-consumer bargain.
The Christ and Pop Culture members group, and an impromptu Hamilton Lip Sync Battle, might be the only good things you’ll find on Facebook.
