The other evening my friend Hudson joined me on the front porch. We had a couple of cigars (each), Lagavulin 16, we tried a particularly awful coffee bourbon that will remain nameless, and listened to a lecture by N.D. Wilson on Chestertonain Calvinism. We conversed and laughed. It is one of the nights that I will remember for a long time. It was more than a good night, it was particularly holy. In Ecclesiastes Solomon teaches that life can be incredibly hard. But God has generously granted a salve, good friends, good food, and good drink.
“I am tired of people leaving the church because they got butt-hurt.” It is a little bit more crude than I would phrase it but it nicely sums up the general point. My friend and I were talking about a young seminarian had left the church because the pastor would not let him run things.Continue reading “Quiet Courage of Faithfulness”
It is ironic to me that some of the best thinking on marriage was by the perpetually celibate Fulton Sheen. He understood how marriage reflects the gospel in a way that is frankly, something of a breath of fresh air to those of us straining trinitarian image gnats out of the ointment of complementarianism. IContinue reading “Come and Die”
A hot topic, as of late, has been hospitality. Specifically that Christians should be hospitable and how they should do so. While I absolutely agree that hospitality is a command* and is one of the most effective ways to demonstrate and share the Gospel, I fear that there is a trend of watering down ourContinue reading “Maybe Give Martha a Break”