By Will Brown The inability of Christians to gather for corporate worship, and the restrictions under which corporate worship must take place where it is allowed at all, are some of the most onerous aspects ... Read More...
It is a source of comfort — or it should be! — to the Christian, that he with whom we have to do sits on his throne with sovereign attention, and that the whole cosmic drama is resolving itself toward a grand reconciliation with its creator through the cross of Jesus (cf. Colossians 1:19-20). And through it all our task remains the same: fidelity.
Why did God create the heavens and the earth, human beings, and all the rest?
Are we wearing out the earth’s ability to sustain us, tilling the ground into oblivion, coming to the end of some invisible tether?
Edward Abbey’s was a great soul. The best reason to read Abbey, says Wendell Berry, is “for the consolation, for the comfort of being told the truth.”
Palm Sunday is to me the most disorienting liturgy of the year.
One’s circle of disturbance is inversely proportional to the size of one’s circle of perception. If you are only aware of what is immediately around you, then you will be more apt to frighten animals you don’t see with your ruckus. There is a spiritual lesson in all of this.
Anglicanism has become factious in the extreme, and one cannot help but wonder if the spirit of Christ-like gratuity, of self-effacement for the sake of the Body, has been quashed by a climate of hyper-self-consciousness.