The Advent season prepares our heart, mind, and soul for the darkness that occurs throughout our life. It reminds us to rely not on any extinction of existence but the Christ who penetrated our deepest darkness and conquered them in His death.
All in Life
More than Watchmen Waiting for the Morning
We wait. God prepares the city.
Idols During Advent
Advent is a time to set aside the pomp and circumstance of secular celebration. It is a time to clean house on our “speechless idols” and “silent stone[s].” Maybe that entails time away from social media or less spiked eggnog. It might mean taking less pride and confidence in our religious traditions. It is impossible to conceive of all the silent idols our hearts may create.
A Grief Remembered
The day my mother died was a rainy one.
get me to the church on time
There is a comfort in hearing them from someone outside of your own head, someone impartial to your own internal noise.
Still with Me in My Heart
Read in this light (not an immediate pun), the words of Rubarth become a soulful but softly whispered plea that the Christ with those "who have fallen asleep in Jesus" (1 Thess. 4:14) would return.
Written in the Water
I am now "just sinking in" to the grace of Christ conquering the current cyclical cacophony of death and life.
Returning to Solitude
This solitude stands before each theologian as a possibility but also the dangerous possibility to adopt superficially and on false presumptions. The urge to become the theologian Contra Mundum is to be resisted.
Carrying Loads
"O how he springs up before your eyes, how he deafened your ears, how he forces his way even into your dreams and disturbs your thoughts and wastes your time! O how he gets on your nerves!" - Karl Barth
Book Review: Spiritual Friendship
Is everyone going to agree with everything Hill believes or practices? Absolutely not. But then again, that's not the point of conversing and having dialogue.
Things I’ve Learned Since Memphis
I present a random list of the things learned since driving away from Memphis.
Drowning in Grace
And then I hit my breaking point. The next time Crockett said to me, “No! You’re a bad person!” I just kissed his head and said, “And that’s why we need grace, Crockett.”
My Parents' Bed
I remember singing my mother to sleep as she lay in that bed exhausted from chemotherapy.
A Plea for Seriousness
It is something of a banality to say one has a love-hate relationship with Twitter, but I do.
what fragmentary rubbidge this world is
This is the last piece you'll have to read from me about my love life, or lack thereof.
Free Beer for a Funeral
But every time I see or drink a Lost Gold IPA, I laugh a little. I tear up a little. And I remember those two days.
A Diamond in the Rough
I hadn’t even stepped foot on the plowed diamond field, yet I knew no shimmering gem awaited my hand.
Rich Knox: The Story of a Dad
I am blessed to be able to learn from his example. He is not a perfect man, but he has taught me many things about our Heavenly Father. I am in his debt. I love you, dad.