A small c catholic: It didn't surprise me that a few readers who responded to my last NCR column about Bishop Robert Finn of Kansas City accused me of anti-Catholic bias.
A small c catholic
Bill Tammeus is a Presbyterian elder and former Kansas City Star columnist who tries to observe the world through his theological lenses and then offer to readers the gift of the meaning he discovers there.
A small c catholic: No one is suggesting Kansas City, Mo., Bishop Robert Finn can't be forgiven his sins, but he has the obligation to avoid further damage.
A small c catholic: In a faith community, members know they are loved. In a time of one night stands and neighbors whose names we don't know, that's a lot.
A small c catholic: As we become more familiar with each other's faith communities and there's less likely to be either suspicion or animosity, which can grow when there is separation.
A small c catholic: Protestants used to rule the country, but now they are freed from the obligations of defending the status quo.
A small c catholic: Despite not being Catholic, Bill Tammeus remembers fondly the days of Vatican II, but thinks today there's a retrenchment of its hope.
Column: Both major political parties in the United States have it wrong, Bill Tammeus writes. It's not all about the economy, stupid. And it never should have been.
The difference between our public discussion of religious liberty in 1988 and what passes for that discourse today is remarkable and terribly sad.
In June 1988, as part of the ongoing celebration of the U.S. Constitution's 200th anniversary, a broad group of religious, political, business and civic leaders produced the Williamsburg Charter.
As the Catholic church works through the horrific, dispiriting priest abuse scandal and attendant cover-up by bishops, there's been little to applaud. But when something does go right -- or at least mostly right -- it's worth noting.
When I look back on my life, I'm astonished.
I've ridden elephants in India and camels in Egypt. I've seen Paris from near the top of the Eiffel Tower. I once woke up in Athens on New Year's Day. I've camped out near Montreal.
But I've never heard an actual voice I believed was God's. And yet ...