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Or so says, Erick Stakelbeck of Pat Robertson’s CBN News.

Support for his prayer rally? Check. For a presidential bid? We’ll see.

When Michael Landon died, many Christians thought they’d lost one of their own. Knowing that he was defined at least in part by language, when Landon finally told a Jewish story in a Little House episode, he used Yiddish as a marker of identity.

Questions raised about Cuccinelli’s understanding of the Constitution.

What the Texas governor’s “The Response” is all about.

And so the world still turns. No rapture, no living hell, no Armageddon. We are where we were before the weekend with no signs of Christ’s return, facing the same ol’ same ol’: Arnold’s love child, Newt’s flame-out, life without Oprah. Perhaps this might be a nice teachable moment to reflect on all this—not nonsense at all, but rather an illuminating cultural moment that reveals an awful lot about the role of religion in our crazy world. What are the key takeaways from the “mediapocalypse”? Here are five for your consideration:

Many of these weather events actually are a kind of “punishment”—not in the conservative-theological sense of tit-for-tat justice meted out by an Abusive Father on High, but in the more progressive-theological sense of unforeseen consequences of reckless human actions. Climate scientists have said for years that global climate change will lead to increased severe weather events, and now they appear to be here; along with droughts and poor harvests caused by shifting climatic belts. On a planetary basis, we are reaping what we have sown for two hundred years.

Is Jim Daly really giving up on fighting same-sex marriage?

The University of Notre Dame had cause for its anxiety leading up to last week’s big debate between the New Atheist polemicist Sam Harris and the evangelical philosopher William Lane Craig. It’s said that all publicity is good publicity, but one needn’t strain too hard to find an exception—least of all in the history of God debates.

Brody File meets Donald Trump.