Introduction In his 1947 work, The Uneasy Conscience of Modern Fundamentalism, Carl F. H. Henry (1913-2003) confronts what he perceives as an ethical indifference on the part of fundamentalism towards the evils of the larger society and world. Placed well... Continue Reading →
He shows his love for us not by affirming our brokenness, but by receiving us while still in such a state, and then slapping an expiration date on it.
The presence of vanity, power-hunger, and braggadocios machismo is something that needs to be pointed out in my tribe. My Twitter feed needs to see the egg on its face. This is a prayer that we—me and my people—need: “Heavenly Father, I have no interest in selling doves for the market. Flip the tables. Braid the rope. Taper the whip.”
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Every hill begins to look like a good spot to die. In other words, we begin thinking that if we are correct jerks, our correctness will outweigh our jerkiness. Our conviction begins to resemble a hammer, and people begin to resemble nails. But people are not nails.
**This is a guest post from my dear friend, Brady Quarles. He was recently asked to produce a couple illustrations for a four-part blog series on Advent for my church, Emmaus. The blog series features an illustration, a poem, and a prose, all focused on different aspects of the theme of Advent. You can see the first post here. Brady’s description of his creative process was just too long to post there, and just to good to not post anywhere, so here it is, featured on this quiet little corner of the internet. Enjoy.**
If a Christian lamentation is nothing else, it is a longing gaze heavenward—it is a grief and discontentment for the present death and destruction that Adam’s sin occasioned, and it is the expectation for what God promised: that our eyes will be wiped of our tears and our broken hearts will be bound up. Christian lamentation is the shameless acknowledgement that things are not as they should be, and things are not as they will be.