Unabated cultural frivolity rules our churches, too.
Sunday's Coming
Monday lectionary email, archived here on Friday.
There is comfort, and then there is comfort.
During Advent, the cry of Isaiah should be our cry.
I once cared for a sick and vulnerable lamb.
Once the servant digs the hole, is there any way out?
Everybody dies. My mother-in-law intended to be ready.
From dust I came and to dust I shall return—but not forever.
How can people tell the difference between a prophet and a phony?
We want to know God, but we also want to be known.
What does true joy require of us?
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