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Cross-Shattered Christ and The Seven Last Words from the Cross

Stanley Hauer was is rarely understated. His vast corpus reveals a ready willingness to confront theological conversations with provocative wit and confidence. Titles from other writings reveal some of this "theological swagger" (Resident Aliens: Life in the Christian Colony; After Christendom? How the Church Is To Behave If Freedom, Justice, and a Christian Nation Are Bad Ideas; A Better Hope: Resources for a Church Confronting Capitalism, Democracy, and Postmodernity). Truth be told, Hauerwas's bold engagement with the issues of the…
Karsten Voskuil
March 16, 2006
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Real Sex: The Naked Truth about Chastity

As someone who has been involved in youth ministry for almost four decades, I can tell you that I have read dozens of books on Christian sexual behavior, looking for solid guidance in this area of great concern for both teens and their parents. Because the subject scared them to death, parents often demanded that the ministries of the church instruct their children in chastity. Let me rephrase that--the demand actually was closer to a command to keep their teens…
Eunice McGarrahan
March 16, 2006
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The Stench of Death and the Promise of Life

"Lazarus is dead. ...I am the resurrection and the life." John 11:14, 25 Lent is a troubling season for people living in twenty-first centur y North America. Lent is about death--both our Lord's death and our own deaths--and we live in a culture uneasy with this stark reality. The evidence for our uneasiness comes in both cosmetic and communicative ways. As a pastor, I find the funeral home to be a place full of irony and contradiction--even subtle deception. Someone…
Michael Hardeman
March 16, 2006
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Oh, For a Thousand Tongues

The general synod was at evening prayer. The prayers and the scripture were in English. The question of language arose when it came time to sing. Every hymn came in four languages, one language per verse. Xhosa, Venda, Zulu, Afrikaans, English, and a few others I didn't recognize. Once the music began, however, the language didn't matter. The music carried us as we sang it all together, in languages of our birth, languages we'd learned, or languages we could scarcely…
Allan Janssen
February 15, 2006
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A Prairie Pentecost

FEBRUARY 2006: ESSAY "Here on the prairie there is nothing to distract attention from the evening and the morning, nothing on the horizon to abbreviate or to delay. ...To me it seems rather Christlike to be as unadorned as this place is." I lift my eyes from Marilynne Robinson's Gilead (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2004) to gaze at the landscape outside my car window. The wind hums noisily over the roof as my parents and I drive across Midwestern plains…
Leslie Harkema
February 15, 2006
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Wilderness Exile: Last Year at the Movies

After limping along most of the year, the films of 2005 ended with a rare body of work fierce in moral and even spiritual inspection. For a long time in 2005, movie studios and theater owners were fearing the worst box office year ever. By early fall, studio heads were confessing that there was something, well, defective with their product, or at least with the timing of the product being put out there. Audiences simply seemed less credulous than usual,…
Roy M. Anker
February 15, 2006
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Speed

Louie's 1939 Ford with its teardrop design and V-8 engine really kicked gravel. But everyone knew that Louie had earned his nickname "Speed" from roller skating, not from his fast car. At fifteen and a year short of his Illinois driver's license, Burt Kley envied Louie intensely. He had everything--a car, a showman's reputation with a matching nickname, and a gorgeous skating partner who mirrored perfectly his rolling, bobbing, weaving dance across the sluggish current of once-a-week skaters like Burt.…
Herb Brinks
February 15, 2006
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POETRY by Priscilla Atkins

FEBRUARY 2006 The Center of Snow There is a silence in the beauty of the universe which is like a noise when compared with the silence of God. Simone Weil After a week of latticework clouds, tipped flower pots, my own sorry lot-- the world felt pressed down, spread thin, nowhere to begin or end, a hopeless seeking-- finally, this afternoon, the snow begins. Thick and fast it comes. All at once, roofs and road go white; my shoulders let…
Priscilla Atkins
February 15, 2006
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After Baptism: Shaping the Christian Life

Pastors who think about it will tell you that baptismal practice in the church is anemic. This is not a new or recent diagnosis. Calvin complained of the baptismal practice of his day, as did Barth in his time. In many places, baptism is just a cultural rite of passage. Congregations expect to laugh and smile. The babies are lifted up and adored. There is little grasp of the cosmic significance of the event: this child is being united to…
Eunice McGarrahan
February 15, 2006