2 Corinthians 6

Paul comes to the Corinthians as he is and ministers among them from God’s grace dwelling in his distinct and dented life.

I am thankful that this Ash Wednesday comes with the reminder of grace along with death.

What would Jesus say about it?

As we contemplate mortality and finitude, I wonder if we could treasure washing the dishes.

Isaiah gives voice to God. God is amazed at our epistemic closure.

What makes kindness a distinctive mark of the new creation?

I struggle to make peace with Jesus ordering the sea into peace. If we were to stumble across a time traveler’s videotape and find that it all happened just as Mark reports, I’d still be troubled. Because this isn’t the way the world works. People don’t go around saying, “Peace! Be still!” to the wind and the waves, and find that the wind and the waves obey. And I don’t like the “Why are you afraid? Have you no faith?” business. Of course Jesus’ disciples are afraid!

It must have been the mother of all squalls. Some of the disciples were seasoned fishermen, skilled in the art of navigating dangerous waters. But this was a red alert. They were going to perish—and the one person who might turn the situation around was sleeping peacefully in the boat’s place of honor, the stern. They woke Jesus up with a strident “Don’t you care, Teacher?” But he did not respond to their lack of faith. Instead he responded to the peace within himself, and produced a calm that impacted nature as well as the frightened disciples.