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Obama supporters should “chill out” in the face of this swiftboating via the conflation of Obama and Wright into an undifferentiated brown blob of black radicalism broadcast together in a twenty-four hour news cycle.

Artist and theologian Mary Button went to Kenya for a Youth Peace Summit, made banners and signs with kids from all over Africa, bought a skirt that commemorated Barack Obama’s election, and came home to create a series of paintings on her experience.

Last week the nation (and much of the world) watched Terry Jones, pastor of a minuscule Florida congregation, threaten to burn copies of the Qur’an on September 11, abruptly change his mind. But while much of the media attention to this story has actually revolved around, well, the media attention itself, this is a good time to ask ourselves what it means, historically and symbolically, to burn a holy book. And what does book burning have to do with the crucifixion?

What you cannot duplicate anywhere else is this ardent devotion coming together with other devotees.

Although Rick Warren’s Saddleback church teaches women that physical abuse is not grounds for divorce, there is a growing literature for evangelical women—by their peers—that shows women how to get out of an abusive marriage, while remaining in the church.

Humanity may be a mystery, but what about the human who virtually enters a spec of dust and is able to learn the mysteries of dustness? Doesn’t this kind of leap require us to adopt a kind of awe and reverence for the mysteries outside the human as well?

Put in context, Dan Webster does indeed hold fundamentalist religious beliefs outside the mainstream.

Artist Jonathon Keats feels there is a complete lack of curiosity on the part of the average person to ask the playful and profound questions at the heart of human existence. The hoi polloi wait, Keats laments, for the artist to tell us the meaning of their art, the scientist to tell us how the world works, and the religious leader to tell us right from wrong. We have become passive creatures. To help combat this lethargy, Keats has turned to pornography. It began a couple of years ago with plants—showing zinnias uncensored footage of explicit pollination acts—but now it has escalated to porn for God.

As a thirty-something evangelical, I find myself in a crisis of vocational and spiritual bearing. I wouldn’t quite call it a traditional crisis of faith or of existential being. I still believe, but can’t relate with the embattled and politicized state of the current evangelical…

And everywhere there is food.