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I envy monastics–sometimes. I envy their intent to zero in on the Christian faith, to delete every iota of worldly pain and pleasure from hearts
James C. Schaap
April 6, 2012
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I envy monastics–sometimes. I envy their intent to zero in on the Christian faith, to delete every iota of worldly pain and pleasure from hearts
The Order of Worship for an Ordination and Installation service of any of the three offices in the RCA (Deacon, Elder, and Minister of Word
Soup Kitchen I crave Tuesdays. I extend my hand to the man whose skin is colder than mine and dirtier than mine. His hands rough;
Since this post will appear early in Holy Week 2012, my thoughts have turned toward questions of the meaning of Jesus’ sacrifice. In a seminary
One Good Friday I heard an NPR caller say something to the effect that she could never accept Christianity because it was based on a
“You sure as hell can’t talk about hell unless you use the word hell.” Thus saith Bart Simpson (or something like it) in the car,
I teach broad surveys of religious history, so I have to pay a lot of attention to the frame and flow of the narrative. Unless
Note: this blog is an excerpt of a sermon that I recently preached at my alma mater, Roberts Wesleyan College, Rochester, NY as part of
I’m something of a Tom Wright enthusiast. As someone who is convinced that Christian scholars across the disciplines should be responsible and informed biblical interpreters,
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