For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.
Of all the movements in the Easter story, the Ascension may be the most puzzling. I can come to terms with a god who chooses to die on a cross. That makes a kind of sense to me: it upends traditional god concepts and reveals a non-violent god while simultaneously deconstructing the violent myths that... Continue Reading →
There’s a kind of spiritual theatre that I grew up around—a world where the Holy Spirit arrived with fireworks: tongues and trembling, declarations and deliverance, prophecy and power. You were supposed to feel it. To be moved. To be filled with something electric, uncontainable, divine. And sometimes, people were. I never was. And there were... Continue Reading →
I will concede that it is a possibility that my vehemently anti-tongues stance was born out of a couple of negative experiences with charismatic churches. I certainly would be loath to tar all such churches with the same brush or to insinuate that all or even most members of such churches are in any way... Continue Reading →
Vapors In The Wind 