God and the Easter Bunny

by Craige McMillan -- Spring break seems early this year. But then it has been a mild winter here in Seattle. Perhaps Al Gore was right -- and global warming is becoming more…

Deception Pass

by Craige McMillan -- As Western Washington breaks up into the coastline and islands of Puget Sound, many beautiful landmarks emerge. Last week I was standing on one: 182 feet above the more…

Dealing with death

by Craige McMillan -- "Thus that which is the most awful of evils, death, is nothing to us, since when we exist there is no death, and when there is death we more…

God's crystal ball

by Craige McMillan -- "If only I'd known ..." is one of mankind's best-known, if not most-loved choruses. It's a frequent solo as well; most of us know more than a few more…

The world's most dangerous place

by Craige McMillan -- The cover of this week's Economist newspaper pictures President Bill Clinton tiptoeing along the nuclear-armed border between India and Pakistan. The lead editorial (they are one of the more…

Eternity lost

by Craige McMillan -- As a child, eternity was easy to understand: It lived in the days and hours leading up to Christmas -- and the time we opened presents. Sometimes it more…

America's abyss

by Craige McMillan -- A future social historian is likely to decide that the most powerful instrument of all in bringing about the erosion of our civilization was none other than the more…

Politics and the divine

by Craige McMillan -- As I write this, those of us in Washington State will have an opportunity to vote in the presidential primary election later today. Perhaps a quarter to a more…

A nation of 'little Hitlers?'

by Craige McMillan -- "We cannot reject ourselves and love God. When the breach in the human soul that is self-rejection remains unhealed, the individual, and thereby society, is open to all more…

Why God can't exist

by Craige McMillan -- Because we are thoroughly modern people, we have many reasons why God can't exist. Evolutionists have their interminable army of monkeys, typing away in the bell jar devoid more…