For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses.
It doesn’t make sense to me now but it sure as hell did back then.
The shadow of the cross has not disappeared. It echoes through eternity.
Bucha, we have looked upon your misery and we see you.
“From that day on, I did not travel, meet or eat alone with a woman other than my wife.”
The Nazis were not the first to burn children. God’s people did so long before.
What a beautiful hope. A dream, almost, to live in a place where suffering no longer exists. We become immortal hedonists. At least that’s what some Christians make it sound like.
“Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt.”
To ice cream and wine.
Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name.
We’re here to restore people to fellowship, not power, remember that.
Welp, that’s five years in Canada for us. Let’s see what happens in the next five!
Divine Justice is equally retributive and reparative.
What am I to you, World, but a passing stranger?
How plagued we are by this broken duality.
I launched this blog one year ago today.
Love your neighbor.
Bear one another’s burdens.
Where can a racist person live out their racist sentiments without the fear of public reprisal and invective?
Christ is a nigger.
I dedicate my one-hundredth blog post to my lovely wife.
Working off the past.
What happens to a dream deferred?
One cannot help but wonder… what if Nat Turner had succeeded?
And this is where I run into this new conundrum of historical presentism.
I’m only 28 pages into The Confessions of Nat Turner and my emotions are everywhere.
How can we preach a message we have not believed?
I made a list of the the voices that dominate my headspace. Voices that have influenced me over time.
We become enslaved by the doing of things for God to receive things from God. Christ has delivered us from these ascetic tendencies because they serve no purpose.
It is such a trap. Such an existential trap from which we seldom escape.