Category: From the Theologian’s Chair
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sorrow saturday
They shifted around listlessly. Through the walls they could hear the soft sobbing and occasional wail of the women in the next room, and the men would look at each other briefly before ashamedly diverting their eyes. How could they be so wrong? Everything had seemed so right. Peter dabbed at the corner of his eye,…
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a thrill of hope
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining! It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth. I didn’t grow up celebrating Christmas in the traditional sense. Our family exchanged gifts, and by that, I mean my parents gave me gifts, and that was about it. The church culture I was raised in frowned upon…
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Thanking Turkeys
A few years ago, a friend posted up the following status on Facebook: “I’m thankful for all the turkeys that sacrificed their lives today.” My overactive mind went along with the image: years and years ago, a lone, innocent turkey willingly let itself be slaughtered so that two estranged cultures could unite and celebrate together as…
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