When you fill my soul I have an even greater hunger, and I grow more famished for your light. I desire above all to see you, the true light, as you really are.
Tag Archives: Christian
February 20, 2015
Prepare for the bombshell. Gallup surveyors did their tallies and found that frozen New England, my home since I was 15, is fit for fire and brimstone.
March 23, 2011
The title of Jessica Mokrzycki March 3rd “Ascending The Hills” blog has my head spinning: “Lose Your Religion and Find God.” She quotes Thomas Merton, the late Trappist monk, who says contemplative prayer is not escape but engagement. I’d love to plow that theme, but I’m riveted on the title. I can’t escape. It’s captured me. It’s the scalpel clearing my cataracts. I now see the gulf between living Christianity and mildewed Churchianity.
October 1, 2010
Our culture’s weary rivals are lining up in my inbox like scarred, fatigued warriors. One side sees everything through the prism of “traditional family values.” The other brays open-mindedness and brands its opponents as intellectual Neanderthals. Both are reading from a stump speech worn out several elections ago.
September 6, 2010
When will we Bible-believing Christians see the depth of our demise? We’re no longer the clean-cut sheriff guarding the B-Western’s lonely town. We’re the snake-oil poison’s grizzled peddler.
July 22, 2010
My family’s heart palpitates whenever I rant about how we should sell our suburban home and move into a tarpaper shack – and no one heeds my call for a nation-wide tarpaper shack movement: Dump those monster homes. Get rid of possessing possessions in a world where former luxuries are now strangling “needs.”
July 15, 2010
Alan Simpson sees the acid running in our culture’s veins: “No one forgives anyone for anything anymore. People get angry just for disagreeing with them.” He tossed in AA wisdom during a Newsweek interview in April: “If you can’t forgive a person, it’s like letting them live in your head rent-free.”
June 17, 2010
The coal mine’s canary is hacking, spitting, gasping, and turning blue – so yell at it. Question its motives. Tell it the fumes are imaginary. Drop hints that it’s wheezing a heretical wheeze.
June 5, 2010
To: The Board of Education; From: The Committee of the Concerned