A.O. Scott is right about the death of adulthood in his insightful but flawed essay, "The Death of Adulthood in American Culture." He also seems to be cheeky as to the demise of adulthood.
Though my own personal beliefs about how to live not only as a Christian, but also as an ordained minister have often been at odds with Pastor Mark Driscoll, I find that I now vacillate between a deep sense of sadness and sincere embarrassment.
Controversial Seattle megachurch founder Mark Driscoll will step down for at least six weeks while church leaders review formal charges lodged by a group of pastors that he abused his power.
Twenty-one former Mars Hill Church pastors have filed charges against Seattle megachurch founder Mark Driscoll, saying that he has engaged in a pattern of abusive and intimidating conduct and has not changed.
I am sick of hearing this guy’s name — Mark Driscoll. This decade’s bad boy preacher, Driscoll manages to remain in the limelight by behaving like an abusive spouse, constantly apologizing for his behavior while continuing to act in the exact same way.
Ann Coulter's latest post about ebola, idiocy and Christians missionaries mixed spoiled fish, putrid eggs and an ashtray full of bile enough to offend most any human.
I think of the huckster pastor Mark Driscoll. I have never been a fan of his Gospel told through an overgrown ego with splashes of marketing spin, but watching his ministry crumble before the world depresses me.