Every muscle in my body ached, my head was splitting. My foot was healing from multiple cuts, from my own fins, and from coral and sea urchin barbs. Pain was a fundamental part of my existence. I breathed shallowly so as not to agitate my dislocated rib and send spidering liquid fire through my spine….
Luke 20:45 – 21:5-9 In the past two weeks, I have listened to two different sermons on Luke 21 and the so-called Widow’s might (or mite depending on who you are). A conversation from many years ago with my sister keeps needling my conscience about this passage, though, and I would like to address what…
Some thoughts on the podcast series from Christianity Today on The Rise and Fall of Mars Hill.
Recent Comments