I recently found myself unexpectedly challenged by something I’ve read. It’s from a book by Peter Rollins called How (Not) To Speak of God. First, this (he’s talking here about traditional forms of apologetics and why the emergent church doesn’t embrace them): “…if someone is convinced that there is a place where they will…
At the house where I lived for the first year and a half of my life, there is (or was) a gigantic weeping willow. I know this because my uncle owned the house and we used to go visit him and pick blackberries and raspberries from the bushes in the backyard, and then we used…
Today, sometime between 10:30 and 11:00am, I will have been a Christian for 16 years – pretty much half my life now… (that just floors me.) In some ways it feels like it’s been forever, and in other ways it still feels like yesterday. It was March 2, 1991. Killingworth Congregational Church, in Killlingworth, Connecticut,…
It was a hot summer Thursday evening, years ago at a Vine Band rehearsal; our bassist was wearing flip-flops and he took them off. Our worship leader commented on this, and our bassist replied something to the effect of: “you can’t play rock-n-roll in flip-flops; there’s just something wrong with that.” So we all went barefoot for…
“Better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere; I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked.” – Psalm 84:10 September 11, 2004. I checked my email that Saturday afternoon, and read this email from…
