I broke out for breakfast last week. I was double-vaxed and rarin’ to go. My double-vaxed friend was too. We were inmates released from prison—sentence served, doors flung open.

My first book, Let Love Arise, outsold the Bible.

In case you didn’t know (or hadn’t noticed), I am a master of divinity.

I’m not sure labels such as fundamentalist, theist, atheist, deist, pantheist, animist, environmentalist, secularist, or humanist are helpful.

My post last Sunday prompted some subscribers to unsubscribe. Only two, but not just any two.

Jesus is dead, I said in my Easter Sunday blog post. A reader disagreed.

I saw Jesus napping in a hammock in my backyard. A transistor radio lay on his chest.

Today is the first day of Easter. Today is also the last day of Passover. Today is the beginning of one, the end of the other. A rare convergence.

Last Sunday I posed the question: “Are we alone?” The post prompted many comments.

My friend believes extraterrestrial life is out there. I’m skeptical but I’m not a denier.