As a seminarian, I never seemed to be there when Jesus arrived.
Living by the Word
"Were you there?" asks the song. No, no one was.
In the 2,200 pages of Boswell's Life of Johnson, the protagonist's death is dispensed with in 36 pages.
"You can't be born again," I said, "you're a Lutheran. You are the chairman of the board of trustees."
Only one who loves you knows your deepest desires.
Embracing Jesus as the Christ means becoming a new person, not a better one.
Neither the journey nor the wilderness comes naturally to Americans anymore.
When two or more are gathered, factions lurk.