Theology That Bites Back
Introduction: If you can’t say something positive, then don’t say anything at all. That’s what I always say. I mean to say, the world is so full of criticism and carping . . . why can’t we just accentuate the positive? Focus on what is good. Try to emphasize the delightful. As Paul once put …
“I do believe in rules for polemical discourse. I believe that a biblical approach to it allows us to hit hard and above the belt. But God defines for us where the belt is” (Same Sex Mirage, p. 205).
“Never forget that being Jesus-like with the woman caught in adultery and being Jesus-like with the men who all had rocks in their hands is experienced by those two kinds of people in very different ways. ‘And beginning with the eldest, they departed one by one. And Shamuel said to Jonathan the elder as they …
All, For the second week in a row, in order to make some timeand space for a #NoQuarterNovember post later today, I am serving up atruncated letters section today. This section should be back to normal next week.Thanks for your understanding. Modern Art: I notice three kinds of contemporary artists. They’re not all copying my …
“Evangelical florists, photographers, and bakers are the sweetest people in the world. They are so sweet that diabetics can’t be friends with them” (Same Sex Mirage, p. 195).
“People like Jesus get crucified. Jesus didn’t teach and preach in such a way as to ‘get a hearing,’ unless you count that hearing in the middle of the night before the Sanhedrin” (Same Sex Mirage, p. 194).
Introduction: A number of decades ago, around the time of some of my first forays into public discussions (e.g. letters to the editor), I noticed that there were two topics that would cause other members of the general public to come unstuck in their responses. Those two topics were homosexuality and modern art. It was …
“So my militancy—which is, admittedly, sometimes apparent to thoughtful observers—is not an across-the-board militancy. I am not militant at dinner. I am not militant when joking around with the grandkids. I am not militant when mowing the lawn. I am not militant with actual victims. I am only militant when tyrants and buffoons assay to …
Introduction: The prodigal son didn’t run out of money his first week away from home. He was able to afford the best beer, the best women, the best time for all concerned, and to do so for a goodly amount of time. The wisdom of his plan was not falsified by events at the front …
