Can We Go Home Again?

Can We Go Home Again?

You can’t go home again is the title of a Thomas Wolfe novel published posthumously in 1940. Since then the line is frequently used as a caution whenever someone longingly and wistfully begins to reminisce about the days of childhood; perhaps when life was thought to be simpler and better. But is this conventional wisdom true? Is it impossible to go home again?

My CLAC Shaving Mug

My CLAC Shaving Mug

The summer I graduated from seminary and was waiting to receive a call from a church, I took a job in landscaping knowing it would likely be the last time I did real work. That’s the peasant-labourer prejudice coming out: “real work” is milking cows, digging ditches, planting and harvesting wheat, driving truck, building a bridge, plumbing a house and planting trees.

‘On the third day he arose! Undoubtedly!’

‘On the third day he arose! Undoubtedly!’

Theological fashions are like other intellectual fads, they come and go; here today, gone tomorrow. They should not overly occupy our minds or trouble our hearts. One of today’s theological fads, so it seems to me, is doubt. Christian leaders who “out their doubt” are frequently lauded for their courage in being so apparently modest as to say they just don’t know anything for certain anymore.