Calvin Miller

I've always believed that dumb people who believe stupid stuff can be neatly divided into four categories: First, there are non-Christian dumb people who don't know Christ and therefore should not really be held accountable for believing stupid stuff. Political candidates, actors, and media people often fall into these categories. Second, there are non-Southern Baptist-but-Christian […]

"Have you taken the Experiencing God course?," I recently heard one excited Christian ask another. Well, it's a trendy question these days. I think I know the heart of Henry Blackaby well enough to know that he produced the book so that people could experience God, and not experience Experiencing God. Why do I get […]

Nothing is worse than religious legalism unless it is media legalism. Back when I was a boy growing up in Oklahoma, almost every two-week revival (we took them seriously back then) ended with the evangelist making an appeal for all good Baptist Christians to come forward and lay their besetting sins on the altar. Some […]

Mother's Day is now mired down in multi-culturism. How shall we speak of the neurosis? Gay pride women say it's irrelevant. Single militants say it's unfair. Children whose mothers abused them say it's immoral. Marketplace female CEOs say it damages their executive clout. And many ERA women say it's a saccharine ploy that keeps women […]

The rise of feminist theology leaves most evangelicals angry and most traditional theologians edgy. "The Lord's Prayer" has — here and there — been fashioned to "The Lady's Prayer." In those circles where Mary already held worship status, she now has real clout; no longer is she the hallowed maiden in blue robes with her […]

In reading Robert Funk or John Spong, I often get the feeling that churchmen are forever talking to themselves. What Jesus said in one-syllable words, the educated reproduce in triple syllables. If glossolalia is "talking in tongues," surely the art of talking to ourselves might be called "autolalia." I work at the greatest seminary in […]

Denying my part of the post-Nintendo generation, I do not keep company with video arcades or computer games. However, seeing young people lost in these pastimes I decided to have a go at one myself in the Atlanta Airport. Stepping into a game niche in the T terminal, I latched onto "Mortal Kombat," deposited my […]

It has been a year since last Thanksgiving. And I will forever hold in my heart that wonderful November day in 1994. I led a devotional service for the Green Bay Packers, just before they went out onto the field to play Dallas. I'm a closet Green Bay supporter (the only safe kind of Green […]