Rev. Joel Hess is the fortunate pastor at Emmanuel Lutheran Church in Cadillac, MI, where God’s reality pierces through our illusions by His Word, flesh and blood and gentle waters. He is the author of many half written projects; a talented musician and artist. His contributions to the Jagged Word deal with the intersection of theology, culture and the arts.
In chapter 14 of Exodus Moses tells us that the Israelites were complaining. What’s new? God had caused Pharaoh to release them from slavery by the killing of the first-born males throughout Egypt.
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.
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.
We all know how Santa thinks. He’s making a list. He’s checking it twice. He’s gonna find out who’s naughty or nice. Santa Claus is coming to town.
There is a stained glass window designed by the artist Reginald Frampton. It was commissioned by Charles Loxton in memory of his son Charles Edward Holden Loxton, known as Edward.
Yes, the avalanche of pop culture heroes falling to credible accusations of sexual misconduct continues to surprise even the most cynical Americans.
On October 19-21 we gathered in San Diego to celebrate the 500th anniversary of the reformation at the Here We Still Stand conference. And what a celebration it was! Perhaps you thought that was it.
“I really thought I would just sit in the car and stuff the muffler and just die,” she cried. She had just lost her husband. She was at the end of her rope.
Frederick the Wise collected many relics in his castle church; his inventory of 1518 listed 17,443 items, including a thumb from St. Anne, a twig from Moses' burning bush, hay of the holy manger,
Before all this techno hubbub I was raised playing board games with my family. My kids today call them ‘bored’ games. But not in my house back in the day. If someone wasn’t crying or screaming it wasn’t a good night of competition.