Faith and Doubt
Public Sin Requires Public Confrontation and Public Apology
While Mark Driscoll quietly removed his offensive post about “anatomically-male effeminate worship leaders” from his Facebook page, he has issued no apology or admission of error. {Edited at 5pm EDT to add the following:} Finally this afternoon, Mark posted a statement regarding his Facebook and Twitter behavior, admitting he didn’t handle it well. While I’m…
Read MoreSemantics and Shipwrecks: How What You Believe About the Bible Could Destroy Your Faith
Conservative evangelical Christians like to talk about “the infallible Word of God,” and how the Bible has authority over everyone and everything. If you ask an evangelical Protestant about the Bible, you’ll hear words like “inerrant” and “infallible” and “certainty” and “authority of Scripture” and “sufficient for everything.” They also tend to be all-or-nothing” about…
Read MoreDon’t Take Pot-Shots at Worship Leaders, er, I Mean, ANYONE
Mark Driscoll posted the following question on his Facebook Wall yesterday: In case you can’t read that, it says, “So, what story do you have about the most effeminate anatomically male worship leader you’ve ever personally witnessed?” I’m appalled. And disgusted. If you aren’t familiar with him, Mark is the pastor of Mars Hill Church…
Read MoreBaal, Prophetesses, Whores, and the Poor
photo © 2006 Robert Scarth | more info (via: Wylio) I’m reading through the Bible in 90 days. It might sound a little crazy – I thought it was too, at first. But after I thought about it, I decided to try it for two reasons – I’ve wrestled with the Bible itself for quite…
Read MoreCrossed Arms or Open Ears
It was less the song lyrics and more the motions that unnerved me. A well-known evangelical organization has marketed a Bible school curriculum used by churches across the U.S. which includes original songs and music videos teaching motions to those songs. The chorus looks harmless enough: Rock of Ages Your word is always true Rock…
Read MoreParalysis
Barefoot, I pick my way gingerly around Legos, Hotwheels cars, and Barbies, inwardly cursing the disaster of my basement. The inward curse flies outward as I step square on shreds of stick smuggled in by a boy unsuccessful in his attempt to construct a harpoon. I hop-fall to a stuffed animal and pick pieces out…
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