If the sermon does not seem to be coming out of the preacher’s inmost convictions, it’s not biblical preaching. If the preacher is not preaching as George Whitfield did, “a dying man to dying men,” it’s not biblical preaching.
A fitting poem from Dana Streufert with Ascension and Pentecost Sunday in our rearview. Check out more of Dana's work at her blog! Were it not for love this parting act could have been easy Pain lessened, lighter load lifted, never bleeding Empty, hollow without ceasing this leaving could have been ... Continue Reading →
It may be that the reluctance to see how deep the cracks and fissures in our society go can be attributed to fear. Fear that, at some point, we’ll be found to be in the wrong. We’ll find that as individuals and as a society, we have contributed to some kind of evil, in Glover’s case the deep-rooted sin of racial injustice.
In a digital age driven by likes and "authentic posts,” the Avett Brothers offer their contributions toward different ends. Rather than posting something reaching for comfort and solace for self, their exposed emotions create a bridge between them and their audience. they do the hard work so that we can feel comforted. It is a bridge supported by empathy where audiences can relate and say “you feel like that too?”
Spring has sprung and we've got a fresh playlist for you. We hope you're able to bump, groove, and chill with our recent mix of songs through all the April showers. From our hearts to yours.
50 years ago today, Martin Luther King Jr., one of the most prominent evangelicals and activists in the 20th century, was murdered because he stood defiantly for truth and justice. Below is an excerpt from a sermon he gave in 1967 on the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego in the fiery furnace, about six months before his assassination.
Not even that “final enemy” of death, which so seems to have the final word in human affairs. Easter corrects our faulty notions. Christ, in fact, as Victor over the grave has the final say in human affairs, whether living or dying!
The stone is rolled back, not papier-mache, Not a stone in a story, But the vast rock of materiality that in the slow grinding of Time will eclipse for each of us The wide light of day.
I praise you for the relief of knowing that neither my prayers, my worship, my service, my repentance, my listening, my giving, my helping, my work performance, my refraining from impolite things, nor keeping of commands---nothing I manage to perform that I should nor resist that I shouldn’t will ever be enough!