Ash Wednesday (Year 1, NL)
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God cares nothing for our algorithms
Embracing the random can open us up to the agitations of the Holy Spirit.
August 4, Ordinary 18B (2 Samuel 11:26—12:13a; Psalm 51:1–12)
There is no one who does not need God’s mercy and no one who may not have it.
Where are the children in liberation theologies?
Child advocate R. L. Stollar seeks to help people read the Bible in ways that protect and honor children.
A God who does laundry (Lent 5B) (Psalm 51:1-12)
On giving Eugene Peterson's The Message another chance
When a father and husband walked out, grace called him home
I preached a word of judgment. The stranger in the back row heard grace.
In Advent and Christmas, desolation and consolation reside together
This time of year, our inner landscapes can seem as bleak as the outer ones.
December 15, Advent 3A (Matthew 11:2–11; Psalm 146:5–10; James 5:7–10)
In his response to John, Jesus speaks of hope in the present tense.
Mixed feelings about ashes
The lectionary readings for Ash Wednesday are the same each year. So it almost doesn’t feel like Ash Wednesday if I go through the day without hearing Psalm 51: “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love; according to your abundant mercy blot out my transgressions.”
God doesn’t always do a gut rehab
I believe God can make us completely over, but I also believe that this is not always necessary.
Blogging Toward Wednesday: How I learned to love mercy
In my younger, decidedly anti-Christian days, I did not like the way Christians asked God for mercy. It reinforced my idea that “the Christian God” was cruel and punishing. After all, if God was a loving and compassionate God, one would not have to beg for mercy. And if God was cruel and punishing but at the same time righteous and just, then human beings were clearly bad and unworthy.
This whole system of thought—shameful people and cruel God—made me want to stay far, far away from Christianity and Christian churches.
The story behind the song
The psalms are poignant. They bear emotion in a way that grabs our souls. They are comprehended by the heart in a way the head can’t.
But I falter when I try to preach them.
In praise of snow
Snow can be tiresome, even deadly, but it can also be a sign of holiness and of hope.
by Rodney Clapp