Executive editor S.C. Gwynne on the controversy among Episcopal leaders and the future of the Anglican Church.
What sets Dallas apart from other sophisticated American cities? Its unique end-of-the-world industry.
Haven't we settled the prayer-in-politics debate and turned our attention to more important things, like the budget shortfall? Apparently not.
Ten years after eighty Davidians died in a government-led siege, a few surviving members of the sect have returned to the plains east of Waco, looking for something. And, in some cases, waiting for David Koresh to return.
When I could no longer tolerate the religious fundamentalism of my childhood, I turned to the teachings of a Swiss psychiatristand rejuvenated my spiritual life.
Three decades after his last megamission in Dallas, age and poor health haven't slowed Billy Graham down (well, not much). He's still the most powerful evangelist since Jesus, and there will never be another like him.
Was the sacred image of the Virgin Mary in Mexico City painted by miracle or man? Even science can't say for sure.
Right with his party, wrong with his religion: where God and government intersect for Rick Perry and Tony Sanchez.
His name was Wadih el-Hage. He had an American wife and American kids, a home in Arlington, a job at a tire store in Fort Worth, and a secret past that led straight to Osama bin Laden.
In today's stressful times, Buddhism's philosophy of peaceful detachment is resonating with more Texans than ever.
In the Gulf Coast town of Santa Fe, high school football games had always kicked off with a prayer, but in June the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that the practice violated the separation of church and state. Now the issuewhich has turned neighbor against neighbor and provoked some decidedly un-Christian
The Wiccans of Fort Hood have conjured up their share of enemies, including a Republican congressman and a Baptist preacher. Are their claims of religious freedom appropriate, or are they off base?
There’s something unorthodox—to say the least—about the Christ of the Hills Monastery in Blanco.
What are tens of thousands of Muslims doing in Arlington? Adjusting to life in America, debating the merits of assimilation, and trying to convince the world that they’re not terrorists.
Officially, the most famous atheist in the world is still missing. But the feds think she’s dead, and they think they know where her body is. They also think they know who’s responsible. And he says he didn’t do it.
Houston’s hot preacher writes a (good) book.
MY MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, Grandma Page, was up at three-thirty or four o’clock in the morning to bake and churn and get ready for the cotton fields on our family farm in Bloomington. At night, after all the cooking and sewing, there was energy left for her reading. “Come, Danny, I’ll
Attacking the House of Yahweh: defending Texas pols.
The heavenly hits of God’s Property.
In the wake of Heaven’s Gate, the media marched en masse to Abilene, the home base of the House of Yahweh, whose charismatic leader, Yisrayl Hawkins, was supposed to be the next David Koresh. Not even close.
Why the big fight between a small town and a small church wound up in the Supreme Court.
The gospel according to Michelle Shocked.
Since the late eighties, dozens of big churches in Texas have put rapid growth ahead of financial health. Austin’s Great Hills Baptist is only the latest to pay the price.
Practicing what he preaches.
Jane Roe flips for a preacher.
In the Hill Country, what was once the hallowed ranch of Walter Prescott Webb is now the sacred site of a mammoth new Hindu temple—and the home of a controversial ashram called Barsana Dham.
With so many people attacking the Religious Right these days, being a Christian isn’t easy. But I keep the faith.
One night the pastor of Dallas’ all-powerful First Baptist Church mysteriously resigned. To this day, no one is sure why.
With love, discipline, and old-time religion, Kirbyjon Caldwell has built one of Texas’ most vital churches.
We are sixth-generation Texans and we are Jews. My family’s history is an account of the price we have paid to be both.
Since AIDS infected their lives, the proud, the deeply religious Allens have been left to ponder the eternal questions of faith and suffering.
Get your masks on; put on your dancing shoes. It’s time for Mexico’s Day of the Dead, one of the liveliest celebrations around.
The way two mysterious deaths affected the town of Childress says a lot about the lure of satanism and the power of gossip.
Troubled boys at this Baptist youth home had to eat soap if they said the wrong thing. And that was one of the milder punishments.
Pray for Baylor. The Baptists are calling each other flat-earthers and liberal parasites, and the school they call Jerusalem on the Brazos is caught in the middle.
Lyndon Johnson understood all too well the advantages of being Billy Graham’s buddy.
Once part of a vast South Texas ranch, Lebh Shomea is a spiritual retreat where pilgrims listen to what absolute quiet has to say.
A bishop and a believer challenge pro-choice Catholics—and force Corpus Christi into a crisis of conscience.
The disappearance of a University of Texas student in Matamoros led police to the discovery of a drug-dealing cult whose rituals were not only unholy but unthinkable.
Among the harsh mountains of Chihuahua, Mennonite immigrants and Tarahumara Indians maintain their ancient ways.
How Madalyn Murray O’Hair became the supreme being of the American atheist movement.
He had a wife and a girlfriend. His ambition was unchecked. He tried to commit suicide. But when I came face to face with the minister of my boyhood church, the sin we talked about was murder.
The bishop denied until the end that he got AIDS from homosexual contact. But the furor that resulted from his death has opened the door on his life as a gay man.
John Toler switched from advertising to Zen, Emerson to Buddha, and Lubbock to the Land of the Lotus.
On the Day of the Dead, Mexicans mock death with candy skulls and papier-mâché coffins. But in the darkness of a graveside vigil, the mockery gives way to tears.
A doll-like statue of sugar-cane fiber and clay came to San Antonio from a village in Mexico. Twenty-four hours a day, residents of the West Side visited Our Lady of San Juan de los Lagos.
My father had to have an answer for everything—adultery, spiritual crises, the pigeons defecating in the church gutter. No wonder I didn’t become a preacher. The miracle is that my sister did.
Houston’s First Baptist Church wants to be number one in Texas, and an eye-popping Christmas spectacle is one way it beckons the faithful.
I sang gospel music for God, a bakery, and $6 a week.