Civil Disobedience
Mauritania is a land of striking beauty, with sand dunes lined against the sky, Bedouins riding camels in the countryside, and flying beetles that look like they come straight from the abyss of the Apocalypse. Mauritania is also a land of extremes-extreme beauty, extreme hospitality, and lately, extreme religion.
Each Sunday afternoon, people from San Diego and Tijuana gather to celebrate communion at a seaside plaza on the U.S.-Mexico border, where families and friends have been meeting for generations to visit through the border fence.
Catholic priest Carl Kabat and military veterans Greg Boertje-Obed and Michael Walli led a Plowshares direct action against nuclear weapons when they entered the E-9 missile silo in North Dakota la
Peter's denials and Judas' betrayal foreshadow the reactionary horror to come.
U.S. Capitol Police arrested 115 religious leaders in front of the Cannon House Office Building in Washington, D.C., in December while they knelt on the steps to pray and protest the planned federal budget cuts to social programs that aid the poor. The event was organized by Sojourners and Call to Renewal. “I have lived and worked among the poor for 12-plus years,” Denver-based participant Michelle Warren told Sojourners. “I am an evangelical Christian and we, as evangelicals, need to advocate for the poor. Today was just the beginning.”
A 40-year-old civil rights murder mystery, and the former state trooper who holds the answer.
Uncut interview with the man at the center of the Jimmy Lee Jackson murder case.
The Evangelical Fellowship of Canada has decided that breaking the law can be a Christian duty.
Four Plowshares activists led by Philip Berrigan entered an Air National Guard base in Essex, Maryland, in late December to disarm A-10 Warthog aircraft
Why would I, a peaceful, usually law-abiding grandmother of four (not even a parking ticket) break the habit of a lifetime and become the "little old lady in tennis shoes"...
Perhaps I can best explain why I knowingly chose to break the law by recalling a conversation I had with my 7-year-old daughter before she left for school on the morning of December 7.