Badlands, you gotta live it everyday Let the broken hearts stand As the price you’ve gotta pay| We’ll keep pushin’ till it’s understood And these badlands start treating us good — ”Badlands,” Bruce Springsteen “Badlands” has long been one of my favorite Bruce Springsteen songs.
It was just my imagination In 2006, I fell into a deep depression. It was just like others had described it to me – a deep dark hole that you felt you could never climb out of, no matter what. Nothing in the world mattered
We are originally blessed with light and joy and peace I was taught, from infancy, that I was born with something called “original sin.” Even as a tiny baby there was a stain on me, passed down from Adam and Eve in the garden after
A reflection on Lesson 66 from A Course in Miracles: My happiness and my function are one As a Southern Baptist kid, I was raised with a very stern picture of who God was supposed to be, what He (and it was always a He)
I recently saw a video of talk-show host James Corden interviewing comedian Ellen DeGeneres. Corden – who is British – was telling DeGeneres how much he loved the South because people are so nice. Corden related a story to Ellen – who, by the way, was
We all feel that pull for God I remember the exact moment I broke up with God. I was 16-years-old and I had just learned the word for what I am. Oddly enough, my education came through an issue of Rolling Stone magazine – to
The power of love in an unjust world Back in June, my spouse, Beth, and I traveled to Gainesville, Fla., to attend a couple of talks that one of my favorite authors and teachers, Michael Singer, gives at his spiritual center there called The Temple of
So, just be happy instead A story is told of a little girl talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher told the girl that it’s physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human whole because of the size of its throat. “Well, Jonah
Or, what to do when you drop the dog food I dropped nearly a whole bowl of dog food onto the floor this morning. It was a spiritual epiphany. The breakfast for my 9-year-old German Shepherd, The Lord (because “The Lord is my shepherd”), must
“You can rest in peace only because you are awake.” Back many years ago when I was teaching a comparative religion class at a South Carolina technical college, the final assignment was a much-dreaded group project where students had to invent their own religion. They