IF YOU ASK 100 PEOPLE the critical question: “Who is Jesus?” You’ll likely get 100 different, and some bizarre, answers. So, Who is Jesus? In this article we will consider the following:
A just released, 887-page grand jury report states that 301 Catholic priests have abused 1,000 children over a 70-year period in Pennsylvania. The report also documents the church leadership’s massive cover up of these unconscionable acts. The problem was systemic. The church hierarchy not only failed to protect the most vulnerable under their care; they hid it. The report’s findings are tragic and contemptible. Real lives were, and still are, devastated. God takes such heinous sin seriously: Continue reading “Does Pastoral Abuse Invalidate Christianity?”
SINCE LAST SEPTEMBER, I’ve been a discussion leader in the Alpha evangelism program on Thursday nights at our church. It’s an international program that’s been around since 1990. You probably know about it.
Each night participants streamed into the auditorium and made their way to their tables. Well, not all of them streamed-in. There were two people who struggled to swing their legs out of their car and then they’d wrestle with their walkers to get them out of the back seat. Once mobilized, they proceeded to, and I can’t think of a better term, ‘snail’ their way toward the front double doors where they’d noisily wrestle with each of those too. Others would usually come to their aid.
Fantasy is popular today. There are fantasy movies, fantasy games, fantasy books, and of course fantasy football. We love it because anything goes. It’s all just made up. Worlds are created where anyone can do, or be, anything. The only rule is that there are no rules. And just when we assume there is a rule or two, something impossible happens to break them. It’s why I’m not a big fan of the fantasy category – no tension.
Billy Joel’s song “The River of Dreams” vocalizes his heart’s deep longing for something. Something he thought he would never lose. Something undefined . . . but sacred. Something taken from his soul. “In the middle of the night” while he slept, says the singer, his heart went searching through fear, doubt, and truth. His mind was tired, but his heart pressed on . . . searching for that undefined, sacred, something.