It is always a short trip for us to make-over Jesus into a toll booth operator. We imagine that the Savior runs salvation in the way of transaction. We throw in some coinage—usually our time, money, and talents
This cosmic collision between light and dark that will soon be upon us last took place 73 years ago in 1945! No, I don’t speak of World War II, or of Axis and Allied nations. Rather, I speak of Valentines Day and Ash Wednesday (the beginning of Lent) falling on the same day; Wednesday, February 14, 2018.
It is easy to get down on ourselves, even blame God, when we see other people succeed while we struggle to just pay bills and put food on the table. Why do they enjoy so many material gains and not we?
When I was eleven years old, Camelot was playing on TV on Christmas night. This musical was my first introduction to the King Arthur story. I had always wondered why the world could not be perfect, and this story seemed to wrestle with the idea.
Not too long ago when MS Windows operating systems were rather unstable and prone to crash, my computer employed a set of Windows audio sounds and commands taken from one of my favorite TV series, Star Trek: The Next Generation.
Contrary to all appearances there are two, and only two, churches in the world. The two brandish the name “Christian”. One, in spite all her voluminous and unattractive flaws, is the external expression of Christ’s church, and the other prances around bearing the name of a “Christian” or “biblical” church.
When we focus on Christ crucified do we think, "How terrible that Jesus sacrificed Himself for us in this way, yet people just go on sinning," or do we say, "I must be a terrible sinner if God had to suffer such torturous annihilation to rescue me from sin, death, and hell"?
It is a rare treat for pastors to be able to sit alongside their families in a worship service. Okay, “treat” may not always be the most fitting word. This summer, for instance, after the way my children behaved during the divine service,
God’s homes throughout the centuries, from basements to basilicas, have all shared one thing in common: the only reason they’re called God’s house is because the Lord drove up in a U-Haul and moved in.
Repentance and joy are two words we don't usually see near each other. It’s not exciting to be told that you are doing something wrong, or worse, that you stink in life! I like how our modern world invented the term ‘constructive criticism’ to dilute the sting of criticism.
This is the final installment in our three-part series featuring the writing of Birgitta Giertz, translated by Bror Erickson. Birgitta provides an intimate look at the life and work of her father, Pastor Bo Giertz.
Like many, I find myself especially drawn to the Arthurian stories. Any stories that capture the public imagination for 700 years are worth pondering. I propose to spend time thinking about some Arthurian characters and story elements in coming posts.
“Jerusalem will live in safety.” Really? Do we have any earthly reason to believe there will be a time when things are perfectly safe in the Holy Land, what a colleague once labeled the “overpromised land”?
Why does resentment get such a grip on us? Why is it that we so easily become set off at the smallest comment? What is it about us that makes a person cutting us off in traffic lead to an immediate negative reaction? And what happened 50 years ago at Stanford that can give us hope?
I really didn’t know what Anne found so offensive about my question. I had been playing Rugby during PE. It was a game I didn’t know anything about, but the rest of my classmates, the sons of British and Afrikaner employees at the Debeer’s mine there in Jwaneng, Botswanna did.
I was called into the hospital from my cozy living room where my family and I were laying around enjoying the lazy after Christmas daze surrounded by pieces of wrapping paper, chocolate candies and glasses of eggnog.