When You Can\u27t Quite Place Me

I’m relatively used to being asked the question “what are you?” It’s a strange question because it can mean so many different things. I’m a human? I identify as a female. I’m a college student. I’m an American. But I never say those things, because what they’re really asking is this: what race are you? [excerpt

Fixing hiring practices means asking the right question

Correspondence in Natur

Limit Conditions in an Encounter of Theology with Neuroscience

Insofar as theology is responsible to its religious sources, it seeks to answer religious questions, such as, for Christians, \"What must I do to be saved?\" However, theology also involves asking whether such a question is the right one at all. This essay attempts an innovative approach to this question by investigating the intelligibility of \"the soul.\" Much recent neurobiology suggests that, even if a defensible notion of soul can be presented, it is unclear that it would allow meaningful talk about salvation

Postage Due: Stewardship, Stamps and a Watch Pocket

Why do we forget that people are human? I\u27ve been asking myself that question more and more lately. Partially it\u27s driven by a laundry list of things happening in the world, vitriolic attacks on humanity, both strangers and friends. I just see cruelty looming sometimes, particularly over the lowest in our society. [excerpt