This is a song I wrote during a very dark night in my life and the life of my church. I think it is appropriate for today, the day of the funeral of a good friend who took his life Monday. <br /> <a mce_href=”http://www.hipcast.com/export/P58e46c4a7edc4faa4eb426aaf96c4f8aYl9/RFREYmNy.mp3″ rel=”enclosure” xhref=”http://www.hipcast.com/export/P58e46c4a7edc4faa4eb426aaf96c4f8aYl9/RFREYmNy.mp3″>MP3 File</a></p><br /> Read more
Eugene Peterson, in his excellent book on the life of David, Leap Over a Wall, claims that we are living in a society that encourages… a public Christian identity dominated by bumper-sticker labels and television celebrities that nurture in people an insatiable appetite for watching religious performance and indiscriminate eagerness for buying junk religious artifacts. Read more
Years ago, on a flight out to California, I read a magazine that had been left in my seat. It was The Financial Post (1997). The article that caught my attention was “Acts of Faith“. It was a story about Father Quinn working for justice down in South America. I can’t remember where now. It was an incredible find because it provided some counsel that would sustain me in the very difficult years that were to follow. The article says,... Read more
Irshad Manji, in her book, The Trouble With Islam Today, quotes a Rabbi as saying, The supreme religious challenge is to see God’s image in one who is not in our image. Read more
I must tell you that when you are faced with death… death of another or the possible death of your self… it ought to do something to you. The losing of a friend this week has, once again, reminded me of what’s most important and what isn’t. As a pastor, it caused me to scold myself for farting around with non-essentials. We churches can get so caught up in such silly fluff, while all around us and even inside us... Read more
Krishnamurti said, Man has analysed himself for thousands of years, and produced no result but literature! Read more
A friend ended his life the other day… an even better friend’s boyfriend. I have passed hours and days with mourners, accompanying a long and tortured night. Though tears have been our constant food, we are filled with questions that never stop. There are no answers coming except those that may help only for nought. I can’t be anything but there, at times in the way, at times pointing to it. But truthfully, I really don’t know, for such times... Read more
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