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I used to be a pagan. Not a neo-pagan with phony stilted semi-Tolkienesque speech (“Bright blessings! Merry meet!” “An it harme noone do as thou wilt,”). Nor was I an adherent of some recently minted group of Gaia-worshippers playing dress-up in their Society for Creative Anachronism costumes and pretending they

Every Christmas and Easter without fail, Time, Newsweek, and US News and World Report (not to mention a PBS special and a Mysteries of the Bible episode or two) will go looking for Jesus again. For secularist reporters, he has an amazing way of turning up missing. And, of course, it never occurs to our intrepid

In late July, Mel Gibson publicly imploded in a drunken, profanity-laced rant against Jews.  Much ink was spilt over the question of whether we are truly ourselves when we are smashed. I think the real question is whether we are truly ourselves when we are sinful. As a good child