I live in two worlds. One is the hyper-cruel projection of Donald Trump’s narcissism that I cannot escape from, nor should. The other is a small community resolutely rejecting such wicked folly, praying for forgiveness when we slop at its toxic trough.
Here were God’s people, descendants of slaves, living in continuing grief, praying for compassion, justice and forgiveness without vengeance. They were consciously and boldly maintaining a small ecosystem of Grace in a city, state and nation that would soon elect as President a man whose campaign championed racist slogans and xenophobia.
“I wrote the books I should have liked to read . . . . People won’t write the books I want, so I have to do it for myself.” Though C.S. Lewis was referring to all his writings, his Narnia Chronicles did what he wished. Children’s books? Maybe. Yet their magnetic plots and characters attract readers of all ages.
Jim Dekker conducts an email interview with songwriters Rev. Max Woolaver, Pierce Pettis and Matthew de Zoete about their experiences and the role of worship and spirituality in their music.
I wish Saving the Bible from Ourselves were longer. That might require delving into issues still more sensitive than those Glenn Paauw already treats. That is, “how to read” could veer onto bumpy paths of “how to interpret.”
For several reasons, I’ve never much hankered to go the “Holy Land,” especially on a tour that promises, “Follow Jesus’ Footsteps.” Then I read Jesus: A Pilgrimage and am reconsidering.
In a recent Banner interview, Rev. Peter Hoytema, reporter for the advisory committee on the issue, noted that “Synod received both the majority and minority reports from the study committee. It’s the phrase ‘recommend to the churches the pastoral guidance of the minority report’ that has led some to wonder whether synod adopted official policy that churches must follow, or if it simply recommended guidance that is pastoral and non-regulatory in nature.”
What strikes me still three months after I returned is how oddly similar the ten days I spent in two large Nigerian cities felt like the airports where I waited for connecting flights.
The Martian is a science fiction film that’s seriously playful. What more could you ask for in a movie? For this this occasional movie watcher, it has enough and more.
Carol Rottman’s newest book, A Memoir of Parting (Principia Media, 2016), chronicles her husband Fritz’s three-year journey through dementia and death from cancer. Vignette after vignette brought tears to my eyes.
According to U2’s lead vocalist, Bono, “Give a man a fish, he’ll eat for a day. Give a woman microcredit, and she, her husband, her children and her extended family will eat for a lifetime.” Ok, that’s a catchy plug in a FINCA (Foundation for International Community Assistance) brochure.
Nadia evocatively described her calling in an interview and a public lecture at the Calvin Festival of Faith and Writing: to do her God-driven best to bring God and more and more people together. If that doesn’t happen in all churches, it is happening in Denver’s “House for All Sinners and Saints.”