Samuel Parkison

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Revival and the Book of Nehemiah

I love this book because I hate the idea of talking about God through yawns. I shudder at the idea of being a bored Christian. Another way of saying this is that I long for revival—a revival that cannot be reduced to emotional manipulation or gimmicks or ear-tickling.

Family Portraits – New Album

For those of you who follow this blog but not my other social media accounts, I recently recorded a short concept album called Family Portraits, featuring songs about my parents, siblings, children, wife, and church. Enjoy.

Ministry Update: Full-Time at Emmaus

The weight and privilege of pastoral ministry, which was shoved into the margins of my workweek, pulled at my affections. And every conversation I had about the value of theological training on pastoral ministry was a bittersweet reminder of what I could not spend my workweek doing.

morning run

A poem inspired by my morning run and Psalm 19

We’re Tired. Let Us Pray.

No longer am I a dignified servant, offering my hand for the plow with all the nobility in the world. No, rather, I can hardly keep my head up—I’m a trembling child or a starving peasant, entreating with shaky hands and teary eyes.

Book Review: Rendering the Word in Theological Hermeneutics – Mark Alan Bowald

In his endorsement for Mark Alan Bowald’s Rendering the Word in Theological Hermeneutics, Kevin Vanhoozer writes that “theological hermeneutics has no more avid cartographer than Mark Bowald.” This is a fitting description of Bowald and the work he does in... Continue Reading →

On Brokenness and Our Two-Speed Culture

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.

Album Review: Levi the Poet’s “Cataracts”

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.”

Dear Oppressed Brother

Take this as an encouragement to cry out to God; let him hear your complaints for the injustice you have experienced and let him hear your request for vindication, and then trust that God will administer justice better than you could ever imagine. 

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