Mary had a little lamb, Her face displayed a glow For there was a great big need, The naked needed clothes Mary had a gentle lamb, Raised to take our blows And everywhere the Father led, The lamb was sure to go Unto the shearer He was led, Slaughtered on […]
I first heard this song about 4 years ago and instantly loved it. I found it on an unmarked CD that was laying around somewhere. I didn’t realize until later that it was written by my good friend and former roommate Andy and sung by my friends Luke and Nina. […]
But the baby in her womb, He was the maker of the moon. He was the author of the faith, that could make the mountains move… It was a labor of love.
I was looking around on the plane today and saw a woman furiously knitting a scarf or blanket or hat or something. I’m not exactly sure what she was knitting or even why she was knitting for that matter. I mean, I’m sure that whatever she was making could be […]
It’s been about a month now in Dallas and the Christmas party was tonight. In one sense, it was just another gathering where everybody dressed up. I mean, there is the prom and then the college senior formal and then annual Christmas parties and weddings and other occasions to dress […]
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and […]
To say that God is invisible is to walk around with your eyes closed. One of my favorite quotes from the 19th century Scottish novelist George MacDonald is this: “The world is full of resurrections. Every night that folds us up in darkness is a death; and those of you […]
I had another great time tonight. I’m not sure how many Tuesdays it has been, but I’m meeting more and more people. Not only am I meeting people, I am liking the people I am meeting. This might be too strong of a word, but not only am I liking […]
Who is the better golfer?
Who will get us first?
Who was the best lawyer?
Must've been all that chocolate milk he consumed the last few years
Al Horford headed to his first NBA Finals at age 35. In no small part because Horford, at age 35, is still damn good.
His major contribution to the world was not a set of aphorisms. He was born in a turdy barn, grew up in a dirty world, got baptized in a muddy river. He put his hands on the oozing wounds of lepers, he let whores brush his hair and soldiers pull it out. He went to dinner with dirtbags, both religious and irreligious. His closest friends were a collection of crude fishermen and cultural traitors. He felt the spittle of the Pharisees on his face and the metal hooks of the jailer’s whip in the flesh of his back. He got sweaty and dirty and bloody – and he took all of the sin and mess of the world onto himself, onto the cross to which he was nailed naked.
In his work and in his words, Jesus is making promises to the beaten, the torn, the broken, the depressed, the desperate, the poor, the orphan, the abandoned, the cheated, the betrayed, the accused, the left-behind.
He is, believe it or not, promising to fix it all.
