We celebrate the cross. We glamorize it. We even romanticize it. We all know what it means. It’s the symbol of Christianity. It represents salvation. It reminds us of Jesus. Continue reading
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Have you ever heard a sermon that you knew was true but was radically challenging to the point of making you feel uncomfortable?
Gary’s thesis was following the example of Jesus is more challenging than we usually think of it. Too often we “cherry pick” the scriptures that we like. Isolate the aspects of Jesus that appeal to us. And thus to fail to really see the total picture who Jesus is. And how He serves as our example. Continue reading
Last Wednesday Russell Vought, nominee for the Deputy Director of the White House Office of Management and Budget, was hammered by Senator Bernie Sanders.
Following a tense exchange of questions and answers, in which Sanders referred to a 2016 op-ed post by Vought, calling it “hateful,” “indefensible” and “Islamophobic,” the Senator concluded, “..this nominee is not really what this country is supposed to be about.”
So what did Vought write that was so offensive? Continue reading
“Why did my Savior come to earth?” asks J.G. Dailey in his famous hymn.
“Why did He choose a lowly birth?”
“Why did He drink the bitter cup of sorrow, pain and woe?”
“Why on the cross be lifted up?” Continue reading
Yesterday a Bristol Magistrates’ Court in Great Britain convicted two men, Michael Overd and Michael Stockwell on “public order offences.”
What did they do that resulted in their arrest and conviction?
Was it public indecency? Disturbing the peace? Inciting a riot? Sexual harassment? Discharging a firearm? Disorderly conduct?
No. It was none of the above. I had to fact check this story, because it almost sounded like something from Babylon Bee. Continue reading
For some reason I’ve more recently grown to appreciate people telling stories about their grandchildren. One of my favorites is told by the preacher Lynn Anderson about his grandson, Conner. This happened in his Bible class when Conner was four years old.
The teacher said, “Today we are going to talk about Jesus.”
Where upon little Conner stood up and, thrust his hand onto his hips, and authoritatively confronted the teacher. Continue reading
“The Luck of Roaring Camp” is a piece of American fiction from 19th century author Bret Harte.
Maybe you’re familiar with the story, but I’d never heard of it. I had it filed under “future blogs.” Evidently a preacher, Bruce Thielemann, had used it in a sermon several years ago.
Roaring Camp was portrayed as the coarsest, meanest, toughest mining town in the Wild West of 1805. It was a terrible place where theft and murder were commonplace, inhabited entirely by men – and one “coarse, very sinful woman” named Cherokee Sal. Continue reading