Christology is simply no longer viable for the political church; it has become incompatible with a populist-style of morality that is better applied to bumper-stickers than given the name of “Christian,” and it has nothing in common with the civil language of “rights,” which has become the new Liturgy of the church. If in fact it is true that people are shaped to a degree by a liturgy, then we are all well on our way to an increasingly obscene worship of that goddess we know as Liberty. Continue reading The Twilight of Christology
Ever go to a dinner and hope the person you’re seated next too isn’t, you know, “odd”? I mean we all like to sit next to people we can have a conversation with, maybe have some shared experiences with, talk about kids, family, work, share with, you name it. This used to happen to me all the time, only I was the guy everyone hoped would sit somewhere else: I’d go to Circuit Meetings and no one would sit next to me. Continue reading Cantate ’15: “Fire”
I don’t believe in prayer, and in all honesty I haven’t for about a decade. I go through the motions; I speak them beautifully; I’m happy to pray for you or for my family, but I’m just not a believer. Continue reading I don’t believe in prayer.
In those days, I was in grad school, and we lived in Ann Arbor, a short ninety minute ride, but given the number of juice boxes, pretzels, cookies, the luggage in the trunk of the car, the number of bathroom breaks taken, and the packs of Marlboros in the car (I smoked in those days), you would think we were driving to California! Continue reading Jubilate: “In a little while”
Recently, I read this piece, “Letter of Resignation,” and you can read it here. I don’t know the brother who wrote this piece, but I do understand his illness and I have come dangerously close to admitting myself in recent days. The tipping point for me will be much as I suspect it was for this brother: when the overwhelming desire, in all of its dark loveliness, whispers in your ear two simple words, Why not? Continue reading The Descent.
There are two words we need to understand before we proceed any further: the first word is subversive; it means “intending or intended to subvert an established order, especially to undermine an established government.”
The second is domesticate; it means “to cause to feel comfortable at home, or to train or adapt (animal or plant) to live in a human environment and be of use to humans.” Continue reading Misericordias Domini ’15
14 Now when she had said this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, and did not know that it was Jesus. 15 Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?”
She, supposing Him to be the gardener, said to Him, “Sir, if You have carried Him away, tell me where You have laid Him, and I will take Him away.”
John 20.14-15 Continue reading The Second Sunday of Easter, ’15
Monday I happened to be on the road and “The Michael Smerconish” show was on the POTUS satellite channel. The topic was the framework of the agreement between the P5+1 countries and Iran, in particular the public/congressional reaction to President Obama’s announcement. Continue reading On Bombs and Queers
It’s a scene out of any number of apocalyptic movies or television series: a landscape littered with bodies, picked clean by birds with a taste for flesh, shreds of clothing caught on sun bleached rib cages, skulls or skeletal hands, gently blowing in the wind. The landscape tells the story of a tremendous—cataclysmic—war, or battle that ended in humiliating defeat, so much so that the bodies were not even given the dignity of a proper burial. Continue reading The Second Sunday of Easter From a Former Life