There’s a place in society for prophetic denunciation. There’s also a place for restraint.
The lines between sacred history and contemporary life are wonderfully, miraculously blurred.
It's easy—from the comfort of my desk, where I’m healthy, well fed and securely employed—to experience a sense of "enough," as I wrote last week. It’s easy to champion compassion, justice and peace (what's not to like?), even when it puts me at odds with a few biblical texts.
Jonah is prophetic minimalism gone amok.