I would like to take some time to make some observations that will no doubt enrage a great few people with axes to grind. It seems to me, from my particularly small perch on the internet, that the phrase, “No one eats their own like X” is a genre of behaviour that Christians seem to feel we have not received enough credit for, and as such, must make up for lost time. Heretic burnings be damned, nothing lights a fire under a theologian or pastor like negative online reactions. To paraphrase James, “So also the keyboard is a small member, yet it boasts of great things. How great a forest is set ablaze by such a small fire!”
Editors note: I continue to be out of town this week so forgive this article being a little shorter that usual. One of my books that is of great personal value, is a clothbound edition of Unspoken Sermons by George MacDonald.* The title alone is romantic but it has come to mean more to meContinue reading “Unspoken Sermons”
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.