Exit, Stage Left
Well done, good and faithful servant. Come and share your master's happiness.
C.S. Lewis in Meditation in a Toolshed makes the observation that observations tend to be either “looking at” or “looking along” the experience. These posts are largely looking at the concept of faith and my faith in particular. If you’re more interested in looking along, you might find something to suit your tastes over in Offering.
Well done, good and faithful servant. Come and share your master's happiness.
The most you could say - all you could say - it's just a tree.
For he who loves God without faith reflects upon himself. He who loves God in faith reflects upon God.
if there were no God...
There aren't many people who understand much about baptism and the ones who do disagree with each other.
It is not yet my time.
To my knowledge, Acts 19 is the only place in the Bible where a god is specifically named that doesn't result in a massacre one way or the other.
I just don't understand what message I'm supposed to be hearing from the modern pulpit.
Every time I've ever heard someone preach on John 13, they've said it was about serving each other.
We spend all week chasing what we want; why does the time we set aside to recenter on what is truly important wind up being about what we want too.
If you could sacrifice your son and save the whole world, wouldn't you?
If a miracle happens in the wilderness, and no one witnesses it, does it have an impact?
The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still. Exodus 14:14 Be still, for this is a sacred day. Do not grieve. Nehemiah 8:11 Be still befor...
I’m in love.
I'm blessed to have re-re-re-uncled.
I've been waiting for you.
To all my friends who haven't had a good Fuw-versation in many moons.
Planned Parenthood is one of the most amazingly poor names one could have given any company ever.
I'm finding that I have less and less in common with the Christian community than I think I do.
I get angry when "symbol" and "communion" wind up in the same sentence.
“My soul sings a song even the angels cannot sing.” - Pocket Full of Rocks “Falling”
No one has seen God at any time. The unique One - fully God - the “I am” in the bosom of the Father, that One has explained him fully. - John 1:18
It seems that church on Easter Sunday is about almost everything besides Jesus' resurrection.
Some might call this story an analogy, others a parable. I prefer to call it a painting.
Surely getting out of the boat took above average faith, yet Jesus said otherwise.
If Mary were truly expecting a miracle, why would she think Jesus needed any helpers?
The Magi didn't travel because of the star; they traveled because of the king.
Ah, the joys of Unclehood and infant baptism.
What is your definition of the Holy Spirit? According to that definition how does it interact with us?
Can someone repent too much? The simple answer, no.
Following one of my previous blog posts, my brother asked “Is forgiveness a response to repentance, or is repentance a response to forgiveness?”
I ran across this song the other day. I couldn’t find the lyrics online, so I’m posting them here. It’s called “Around My Neck” by 100 Portraits
By pretty much all accounts, I'm an incredible guy.
I'm not sure I've ever felt this worthless in all my life.
Don't you know that you yourselves are God's temple and that God's Spirit lives in you?
No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him.
A stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles, but to those whom God has called, it is the power and wisdom of God.
Thoughts on the Theory of Evolution.
Yeah, I went there.
Cleaning... if it really is next to Godliness, then I'm really glad I'm not God.
I do, more often than not, use words inappropriately, but I think the ability to define them is paramount.
We took a pony keg down the river.
Come near to God and he will come near to you.
The Bible is not a rulebook, though it does contain God's Law.
I filled in for my pastor who took a much deserved vacation of sorts. I just couldn't read what I'd been given.
“So where’re all these opinions, O professional opiner?”
It was, in a word, beautiful.
On this day, this opening day, I must leave you with the one opinion which is not an opinion.