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This is my dad!
He went to 16 years of Catholic school. He is left handed, which didn’t bode well with the nuns who taught him. So his attitudes towards authority figures were uh, profoundly shaped by the clergy. These attitudes were relayed to me, decades later, as conditions for parental disownment. The rules were:
1. Never join the Catholic Order.
2. [see entire entry...]

Cat and I crossed the bridge last month for BattleCry, the traveling evangelical youth stadium show. The event drew out plenty of kids (from as far away as Texas, we found), plus plenty of cameras and some counter-protesters. We wanted to ask young Christians what they thought about it all. We also wanted to know what religion stories they thought the media were missing. Here’s what we found.

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It is t-minus five days after Easter, yet the Easter Bunny lives on inside my refrigerator.
She is a cheerful Victorian-era critter wearing a flowered dress who enjoys doing any number of normally human activities; pushing a pram full of eggs, playing ball with other bunnies, or even playing the trumpet. I know that her likeness graces an individually wrapped square of particularly sweet dark chocolate, but I can’t take my eyes off of the bunny.
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I went to church this morning, wearing my Sunday best: pink cotton, knit floral pajamas and green sheepskin-lined slippers. Knowing my propensity to get bored, I brought my newly-purchased finger cymbals and walked into the church. I skipped out on yoga, so I figured learning zills would make up for missing out on doing Triangle pose all morning.
I walked into the church surrounded by rainbow colored stain glass windows. I settled into a pew and [see entire entry...]

Most mornings I listen to Alan Watts’ podcast as a daily part of my buddhist practice which has become as diverse as going to temple on Saturdays or Sundays at Green Gulch, alternating with my fiance’s Unitarian Church in Oakland, and even looking for buddhists in SecondLife. Sometimes I even alternate between praying in the tradition of my Catholic upbringing and meditating or taking long walks with [see entire entry...]