I. It’s the time of year when we awake from the drowsy hedonism of summer and jump to our feet, only to glimpse our plans and projects getting away from us. The year is getting into swing. There is a rhythm, like a Dave Brubeck time signature, but you…
For Nat, turning 2. I. It seems to me that, given the course of things, years will come when words will be no obstacle but catching each others’ meaning more than ever will elude. That’s my intuition anyway and I believe it has some claim to a foundation in…
I have a leather satchel that’s getting a little worse for wear. It’s sitting here on the bench beside me. It goes with me. I wear jeans most days, and most of the pairs of jeans I have outlasted in these past years have perished because the fabric…
> Indeed,fullyreliable love canonlybe the resurrected life of one who has died for the beloved ones. Contemporary society speaks much of ‘unconditional’ love, and is always disappointed. If I commit myself in love, I may die of it. If I do not, my love remains uncertain; if I do, it…
Do you remember the story in Genesis 19 of the family of the righteous man Lot who lives in the wicked city of Sodom? Angels visit, as the evening draws down, coming to Lot in the gate of the city and finding hospitality in his home. In the night the…
The problem with blessing is, above all, a practical one. It’s about living in a particular kind of relationship with the world into which I’ve been thrown. Well, ‘world’ is a bit abstract. No one ever has a relationship with ‘the world’. Let’s say ‘neighbourhood’ and mean…
It’s hard to define ‘Blessing’. I don’t know if you’ve noticed this as well. It troubles me. On my better days, it feels like the kind of thing I’d very much like to do: put my hand on someone and bless them. > By faith Isaac blessed…
I’m reading through Ezekiel at the moment in parallel with a series we’re doing at our church. I’ve taken Robert Jenson’s commentary on Ezekiel in the Brazos series along for the ride (I picked it up for $5 at Koorong). I’ve been working through his…