Mediating Our Dead

Mediating Our Dead

By Rachel Wagner We have become incapable of sitting with tragedy and loss, and instantly seek to make order of it through media.
The Art of Living in Modern India

The Art of Living in Modern India

Jake Halpern goes to India: It seems like a romantic and clichéd notion, but I was very earnestly itching to get the hell out of dodge and get a bit more spiritual.
More Songs of Kabir

More Songs of Kabir

From Patton Burchett's "Religions of India" class, 28 poems after Kabir, the celebrated 15-16th century devotional poet and social critic from northern India.
Who's Hot, Who's Not, Fundamentalism Edition

Who’s Hot, Who’s Not, Fundamentalism Edition

By Jeff Sharlet Rick Warren's real conribution to American evangelicalism is the perfection of the humble-brag.
Holy Regulation

Holy Regulation

William Hogeland on Herman Husband, the War of the Regulation and his new book, Founding Finance
What I'm Reading

What I’m Reading

Good reads pulled from The Los Angeles Review of Books, The Nation, The Paris Review, The Revealer and elsewhere.
Love, Magic and Holy Death

Love, Magic and Holy Death

David Metcalfe talks to R. Andrew Chestnut about his latest, Devoted to Death: Santa Muerte, The Skeleton Saint; with an excerpt from the book.
In The World

In The World

By Natasja Sheriff From Tibet, Burma and India, the first of a weekly round-up of religion-related news from around the world.
Famous Drownings in Literary History

Famous Drownings in Literary History

An excerpt from a new book by Kevin Haworth, Famous Drownings in Literary History: Essays on 21st Century Jewishness.
Our Savages

Our Savages

By Ann Neumann In one-inch letters the headlines told us what we were seeing: SAVAGES.
Sweeping Air

Sweeping Air

From Varanasi, India, Meera Subramanian’s inner pragmatist ponders the meaning of strength and devotion as she witnesses the Hindu ritual of aarti.
Daily Links: The Truth is Out There

Daily Links: The Truth is Out There

By Nathan Stradle It’s nice to think the truth is out there somewhere, because it gets pretty alarming looking for it around here.