Paul Tillich

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My Unholy Trinity: John Updike, Paul Tillich, and Karl Barth

I once sat behind John Updike at a chamber music concert in an old mansion north of Boston. Sitting in the front row, he was a distraction. Not just because he was the famous author, but because he was soRead More →

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From a Chalice Promo to Hitler!?

I have mostly been laying low in face of the information revolution of these times. I do write an occasional blog post, these Walking Thoughts. And I finally caved in to my wife’s proposal of longstanding that I send outRead More →

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Breaking Down Our Moral Breakdown

Remember the good old days when you didn’t have to lock your doors? When kids could just run outside to play and their parents didn’t have to worry? Those were the days – or maybe not. A Columbia University researcher,Read More →