I wrote a book, and now it’s published!
During my time as a doctoral student, I became convicted more than I had been before about the absurdity of division in the Christian Church in the West. If Christians 2,000 years ago felt that they were handed a truth, a life-changing, life-saving truth, and told to share the good news with others, what right do we, the followers and believers in that truth, have to scandalize that truth by remaining divided with each other? If it’s our responsibility to share this news with “all nations” (Matt 28:19), but we can’t even agree about what that truth is or how to live it, why should anyone take us seriously? To quote myself, “a broken church is hard to sell.” Read More
I come from an area of the country not known for its hospitality. Bostonians are known for their abrasive attitudes, especially toward outsiders. It’s interesting to travel to other parts of the country and discover cars eager to stop for pedestrians, dining room staff eager to chat about the weather or the french fries, and strangers eager to know someone’s name. It feels unusual to be so warmly welcomed when I leave home. Let’s use this as a metaphor for the Kingdom of Heaven.
I’ve heard it said that faith means “not questioning.” If you have faith, then you have all the answers, right? Or, if you have faith, then you know you don’t need them, because you trust someone else who’s in charge, right? Faith is accepting what we’re told like good girls and boys. Don’t ask questions. Or, ask questions that have answers you’ve studied and memorized. You can ask, “What are the ten commandments” or, “What is the form and matter of the sacrament of baptism?” But you can’t ask, “is there something after this?” Because if you ask, that means you don’t know, and if you don’t know, that means you lack faith. Yes, I’ve heard all this said. But I think nothing could be further from what a mature faith looks like. Read More
This is a legitimate question. This blog is about coming back together, about noticing our innate interconnectedness. If we are to look at this topic seriously, we have to look at the biggest hindrance(s) to that unity. And this is a biggie, perhaps the biggie: Why do we hate each other? Read More
My last post looked at soul DNA. We know we have bodily DNA. Is part of that blueprint spiritual as well? This post is going to investigate what kind of information it might hold. I’d like to propose it holds the road map to each other, and to God. I’d like to propose that our very existence is such that we are programmed knowing the way home. We were designed that way. St. Augustine is famous for having said, “Our hearts are restless until they rest in you, Oh God.” I heard it for years before deciding maybe he was onto something. Before I noticed all the things vying for our attention were inferior substitutions for what what we truly seek. Read More
In past posts, I’ve asked readers to consider the hum of life that buzzes inside them. I’ve asked people to sit long enough to hear to it. I’ve asked us to recall times when it spoke loud and clear, when we seemed to intuit a truth, when something sprang from a well of reality not located in the brain, the consciousness, but elsewhere. I’ve asked that we explore what it’s called and how it works. Let’s dive in. Read More
I don’t want to go without you. I don’t think God wants to go without you either.
We all know that the world will end one day. Science tells us the physical world isn’t immortal. Christianity, too, tells us that there will be an end of time. A Parousia. An apocalypse. A second coming. Have you ever wondered when it will happen? The earliest Christians thought it was imminent. Yet, here we are, 2000 years later. Ever wonder why it’s taking longer than the original people thought? I want to suggest: Maybe God is waiting with endless patience until everyone is on board. Until everyone says yes. Until everyone is in the car.
My writing is all about unity. In this essay, I want to suggest it’s an eschatological unity. This means it’s a unity that’s headed somewhere. Like that car parked in the driveway, Mom and Dad are sitting in the car with the rest of the family buckled in, honking the horn, saying, “Come on! Or we’re leaving without you!” Except, as loving parents, they don’t leave. They honk, but they wait. Read More
A compilation of the contents of my last two blog posts, I investigate our hunger for more, where it’s leading us, and what a “yes” might look like.
We don’t have to step on each other to get to heaven. It’s an open invitation. We’re all invited. There is not limited seating. The offer to follow God to the banquet, the party, the place he says he is preparing for us is an unlimited party. The only ticket required is to say “yes.” To RSVP in the affirmative. To say, “Thank you, how wonderful, I accept.”
How we’ve taken an open invitation to a Heaven beyond our wildest dreams and turned into a competition deciding who gets to come and who gets to burn is amazing. The more we try to send others to hell, the more we’re sending ourselves there. When I try to alleviate my fears by convincing myself of my own holiness, thereby emphasizing someone else’s lack of holiness, I’m hurting us both. Read More
My first podcast – I explain the purpose of it.