Gospel, or Prosperity Gospel?
Prosperity theology tells us that if we have faith (and donate to Christian ministries), we will receive financial blessings. Stop! That’s a dangerous belief!
Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
Prosperity theology tells us that if we have faith (and donate to Christian ministries), we will receive financial blessings. Stop! That’s a dangerous belief!
My wife and I parted in the lobby of the albergue. She was crying. It was a little-girl cry. The kind of crying you do when you don’t care who is watching you. She has never been self-conscious about her own emotions. Thank God nobody ever told this beautiful woman that it’s not dignified to cry in public.
The notification came that the world had a new pontiff. The white smoke had bellowed from the Sistine Chapel signaling such. First reports said an American was elected.
On May 7, 133 cardinals filed into the Sistine Chapel and sealed themselves from the world in a centuries-old ritual. The white smoke will rise when the next pope is chosen, but Catholics shouldn’t be watching for continuity this time. They should pray for correction.
My eyes first caught the sight of a rosary, lying on my nightstand. The rosary was given to me by a nun, a few villages back. The rosary bears a hieroglyphic-like symbol on it. I have no idea what this symbol means.
We limped into Rabanal Del Camino on three legs. I was holding Jamie for support as we ascended the inclined street into an isolated Spanish village with a population of 60 residents.
If there was one phrase to summarize the pontificate of Pope Francis it occurred early on in his tenure when he told a group of young people in Paraguay, “Go out and make a mess.” The Church descended into exactly that.
Dear God, thank you for letting me happen upon this small church, so I might rest my anguished feet. This little church, alongside the Camino, somewhere in the far flung regions of rural Spain. A place where I can kneel and pray in solitude.
With or without Confederate History months, the South as a regional sub-culture remains. Like every other culture in the history of the world, the South is evolving.
Leòn Cathedral is among the greatest of human works in Gothic style. The church features one of the world’s largest collections of medieval stained glass windows.
In today’s dispatch, Sean answers reader questions about his trek across Spain.
Modern academics and popular media often portray the Crusades as a series of brutal, unprovoked wars of Christian aggression against a peaceful Muslim world. This narrative is not only historically inaccurate, but deeply unjust to the generations of Christians who answered the call to defend their faith, their fellow believers, and the very existence of Christian civilization.
The Book of James in the New Testament is a wonderful instruction manual that explains how to implement our Christianity, even in today’s busy world.
It was our first day off. We had been walking the Camino for three weeks, upwards of 18 miles per day, until our feet bear a striking resemblance to USDA-approved ground ch
He was a blind man, walking the highway toward El Burgo Ranero. If he wasn’t totally blind, the sunglasses meant he was low vision. Cars shot past him as he trudged along, seemingly unaware of the vehicles.
In an age when Europe teetered on the edge of collapse after the fall of the Roman Empire, one man stood between the continent and a future under Islamic rule. That man was Charles Martel
Honest answers to a few basic questions will lead the faithful to the inevitable conclusion that we have a moral duty to use ALL means available to prevent government overreach from encroaching on our God given rights.
When you’re out here on the Camino de Santiago, God knows, you’re tired of walking. Tired of moving your feet. You’re not tired physically. Your body feels okay, mostly, except for the fact that everything—even the gray matter of your brain—feels like it has been drop kicked by a 19-year-old NFL draftee.
A bar, somewhere in rural Spain. A rooster is crowing near the open door. Distant goats are bleating. Spanish farmers gather to chew the morning fat.
We are walking the Camino de Santiago when the power goes out in Spain. At first, we do not know the power is out, of course. The only thing we notice is that our phones have quit working.