What began as a mental celebration of the South’s honor became a frightening reflection on my regionalist hubris.
In Norfolk, England, where I spent most of my teens, there’s a saying. “It’s the same but different.” I’ve never fathomed quite what it means but I find it delightful. We have stumbled into a world where difference is in style.
It is not easy to be immersed in other Christian traditions, but it might just heal the Church.
Some find offensive the biblical claim that the husband is the head of the wife. Others see the doctrine as God's law. What are we to make of this?