If you're not a born-again Christian you're a failure as a human being.

God's way of answering the Christian's prayer for more patience experience hope and love often is to put him into the furnace of affliction.

I feel that the Christian experience and the Jewish one have much to give each other. If this open society continues and there is no return to political anti-Semitism then this encounter deeper than any theology may happen.

There are people hell-bent on the idea that we're a Christian band in disguise and that we have some secret message. We have no spiritual affiliation with this music. It's simply about life experience.

The Church is not a gallery for the exhibition of eminent Christians but a school for the education of imperfect ones.

And they were writing scripts where Christine had hit the glass ceiling. And I always thought Christine would never hit the glass ceiling. I thought her dreams would take her. Maybe her dreams wouldn't take her where she wanted but she still had her dreams.

While a case can be made for intelligent design I can't figure out why some Christians are so thrilled about that possibility. First of all it doesn't prove there's a God. If anything intelligent design lends support to some form of pantheism that defines God as immanent within nature.

I was in two episodes playing Christopher Reeve's character's emissary. They wanted to have my character announce Dr Swan's death which I thought was exploitative.

As a reward for their efforts however those early Christians were beaten stoned to death thrown to the lions tortured and crucified. Every conceivable method was used to stop them from talking.

If Christ can die in a barn I think the death of a human in a van is not so bad.

I think that the core doctrines of Christianity - the incarnation the resurrection life after death-these are as strong as ever. In fact the belief in life after death has increased in this century.

It is long since I could have adventured on eternity through God's mercy and Christ's merits but death remained somewhat terrible and that now is taken away and now death is no more to me but to cast myself into my husband's arms and to lie down with Him.

People on death row the treatment of animals women's right to choose. So much in America is based on religious fundamentalist Christianity. Grow up! This is the modern world!

I get scared to death when I see people who say they've found Jesus Christ and they're out there and I wonder who's teaching them? Who's mentoring them?

My mother was the sweetest lady who ever lived on this planet but if you tried to tell her that Jesus wasn't a Christian she would stomp you to death.

Islam is a religion of success. Unlike Christianity which has as its main image in the west at least a man dying in a devastating disgraceful helpless death.

Death is not more certainly a separation of our souls from our bodies than the Christian life is a separation of our souls from worldly tempers vain indulgences and unnecessary cares.

The essence of the Hebrew Bible transmitted by Christianity is separation: between life and death nature and God good and evil man and woman and the holy and the profane.

Every spiritual tradition has this idea of death and resurrection. It's not unique to Christianity.

We always had lutefisk for Christmas dinner after which Dad read from the Norwegian Bible.

My father was Catholic my mother was Protestant and because of that I got Christened in both churches so I've got all these names... but my Dad always called me Mick.

I was born in Corpus Christi Texas the youngest of four girls including my oldest sister Lisa who has special needs. My mom was a special education teacher and my dad worked on the Army base. We weren't wealthy but we were determined to succeed.

I came up poor. My mother only had a fourth-grade education. My dad didn't have any education at all. But they were very structured. They worked hard. You know they didn't complain. They didn't murmur. And they believe in the Christ.

Our last jam session was this past Christmas. Dad played his harmonica mom sang in English and Italian and I played guitar. I'm so happy that we could share that musical experience for one last time.