Round Table discussions offer insights into important issues from numerous Conciliar Post authors. Authors focus on a specific question or topic and respond with concise and precise summaries of their perspective, allowing readers to engage multiple viewpoints within the scope of one article.
We’re designed to worship through windows Through windows we feel like we’re there Like the one we’re worshiping truly knows And sees us bowing through the glare Every window a window to Heaven Every scene is of God above Every vision that we have been given Is all about falling in love Our windows are rarely transparent Things float on the surface between What we see is always more apparent Than what the things
Welcome to a New Year, and a new semester for those of us still laboring among the books. Here’s what else happened on the site (and elsewhere) this week: Conciliar Post: MICAH MCMEANS: A TIMELY DANCE: STEPPING IN RHYTHM WITH CLARITY CHRIS CASBERG: ON CHOOSING OUR STORIES JOSEPH GREEN: A CONTEMPLATION OF MALE-TO-MALE RELATIONSHIPS JOHN EHRETT: IMPERFECT GIFTS JACOB PRAHLOW: OF TRIBALISM AND CHURCHES (PART TWO) From Our Authors: DREW MCINTYRE: A NEW KIND OF DEVOTIONAL
In my last post I outlined some of the contextual and doctrinal considerations surrounding my ongoing wrestling with tribalism and baptism. In today’s post, I attempt to apply these principles to my “on the ground” situation. All Things to All People? Saint Paul speaks of becoming all things to all people. Less helpful, at least for my purposes, is how far he expects us to go in order to meet people where they are. Building
Like many in my generation, I’ve been playing Adele’s mega-smash album 25 on repeat during the last few months. Upon multiple listenings, however, a strange realization has struck me: the album is so pristinely produced–so utterly devoid of mistakes–that it feels almost inhuman. This isn’t the fault of the singer: similar music performed in a more intimate setting, while not without its minor recording imperfections, is much more moving–and, I submit, more beautiful. Instead, the
I’m Not Afraid! published by GLM Publishing is the latest addition to a series of books (The Sea Kids series) written by Lee Ann Mancini and illustrated by Dan Sharp. Like the previous books, the pictures are fun and the story based in biblical principles. Where the previous books encouraged the kids to look for a hidden fish on each page, this book has a hidden Bible illustration. Because of this, the book caters to a number of
This article is an effort to express some thoughts and observations of Christian and non-Christian attitudes towards the way in which men in our culture interact with one another, what is deemed appropriate in these relations, and why some men may struggle with gender or sexual identity within the faith – especially in light of the homosexual agenda in our society and its promotion in some more liberal confessions. As a male, I will focus
For whatever reason, God made human beings inside of time. We are creatures of linearity, of cause and effect. We experience events in single direction. There is no going backwards, not even in memory; for when we remember things, we are creating a new story in our minds, one that becomes hazier and more indefinite the further removed we are from the events in question. Even if we were to somehow invent a machine to
Something to consider as we step into Martin Luther King Jr. weekend: “If true racial reconciliation is achieved in this country, it will be through the kind of deep spiritual and emotional understanding that art can foster. You change the world by changing peoples’ hearts and imaginations.” ~ David Brooks (When Beauty Strikes) _______ Happy weekend to our readers! Settle down with a hot cup of tea and enjoy some thought-provoking and soul-enriching essays this
Why me? I hear her moan; Why this broken mess? Why am I all alone— toiling daily, while he’s free? Why, why, why, God? Why me? Why me? I look above; Why do you never quit? Why do you love, love, love me? You never flee, You take delight…Why, God? Why me? Why me? I hear her cry; Why all of my friends? Why doesn’t someone try to love me in all my