I can mess up a song, bungle the liturgy, thank the wrong person for something, and announce a prayer request that was not for the whole congregation but I can only fail if I have done the one thing I have clearly been tasked in doing.
A River Runs Through It, I cry every year. (Twice in 2017). Islands in the Stream, tears. The Old Man and the Sea, goner. Big Two Hearted River, I am actually welling up writing the title. Moby Dick? I only read that once (except the Jonah Sermon) and it drove me to tears and borderline madness. I am not a fisherman but the trope has me.
This is obviously a hot topic in the States right now and perennially fresh here in South Africa. The Church here is daily divided and injured by the continual division and injury in the world that surrounds it. Unbiblical understandings of division by skin color and economic status are continually assumed and incidentally catechizing church bodies to keep things safe by keeping them separate.
Welcome to 2018: A Review and Look Forward
That scene in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade when Indy and the femme fatale are following history through the tunnels and catacombs of Venice and rats are crawling all over them, that haunts me. I cannot say that rats frighten me so much as "every creeping thing that creeps along the earth". Bugs, don't…
Happy September! As you all are getting ready for cooler weather, eating pumpkin everything and picking apples we are enjoying longer warmer days. All signs that spring is fast approaching. This means that I am happy and Wade is remembering the pain of summer heat and sun.