Weight of Glory

In Memory of Eileen Lawyer It was pitch dark when it all began, when an old man hobbled out into the blackness. The memory of light had all but nearly faded. And a voice like a storm spoke and said ‘I will make it light again’. And the old man asked, ‘How will you make…

When God Sent the First Tweet

Ok, so social media is a gigantic topic, and one that will not be exhausted here or anywhere anytime soon. But one we need to be working on. First, Christians (of all people) need to quit whining and complaining about Facebook and Twitter, etc. This is like Christians complaining about books or newspapers or magazines…

12 Principles for Pastors on the Internet

1. Be quick to listen; slow to tweet (Js. 1:19-20). And specifically, the warning is against becoming angry quickly. Sometimes a minister of the gospel must become angry, but godly anger is cultivated carefully and slowly (e.g. the slaughter of the unborn, the destruction of families, etc.). Godly anger is never contrary to love or…

On Letting the Bible Kick You in the Teeth

Below, if I did my cutting and pasting correctly, you should find some snatches of an interview I did recently on my new book Blood-Bought World.

A Staircase of Grace

“Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits, who forgives all your iniquity, who heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy, and who…

It’s Hard to Believe

      It’s hard to believe When I look into my eyes Next to your eyes In a glossy snap of A moment carved by light Inhaled by mirrors with Memories That you and I have reaped So much grain in so few years Granted, the dust is still heavy In the air and…

It’s a Boy

My father in-law is in labor. The doctors call it cancer, the kind that attacks the bones. There are treatments but no known medical cures. So a couple times a week, my mother in-law drives him down to the edge of a cliff. Somebody carved a road in the side of the cliff, and at…

Where I Should Breathe

I feel words like hands holding My hands, leading me down a path Blindfolded while my feet trip Over stones stitched together By centuries of stepping and the taste Of briny rocks and anemone Filling up my mouth.   Stopping, the hands pull the Cloth from my eyes. One hand Shields against the glinting glare,…

Lila

Just finished Marilynne Robinson’s Lila. Two brief thoughts for now, maybe more later. First, Robinson really is a master at her craft. Her prose is casual, conversational, comfortable but never mundane, never boring, never so elusive or evasive to become frustrating. And yet she is not a tell-er but a show-er. Sure, she’s telling all…

Truth for Beauty’s Sake

One more quick thought about my earlier post on truth: Defending the “truthiness” of truth is as much a defense of beauty and aesthetics as it is a doctrinal defense. Insisting that we guard truth carefully is like defending school bus yellow or fire engine red. There are many variations on red and yellow, and…