Eric Rahn is my new hero. His perspective on a difficult issue changed and, just I was ready to give up and give in because people’s fears were proving to take precedent over their faith, he posted something. He’s my new hero because even though he didn’t know it, he restored my faith that had taken a beating. He had courage not just to change, but also to admit it. Here is his statement, I hope it blesses you as it has me and that it causes you to think and pray over a difficult issue. This of course
During the festival of Hanukkah, it is common and customary to make and eat doughnuts (sufganiyot) which are fried and filled with jelly or custard, as well as other fried foods, to commemorate and remember the miracle of the Temple oil. The details and history of the miracle can be easily found and googled, so I won’t go into them here. The festival itself commemorates the dedication of the second temple in Jerusalem at the time of the Maccabean revolt (2nd century BC). The miracle occurred when a small quantity of oil, enough for only one day, was all that was
This was delivered, not precisely as below (but when you are talking…), at Thornville United Methodist Church, 17 Oct 2015. I’ve not edited much. I used to collect bibles. In some ways, I guess, I still do, but anymore, they are usually electronic. However, when I did, there were a few I cherished. I liked the Cambridge bible, made with real leather, fine India paper, and art-gilded edges. This one you see before you is the Cambridge KJV but like the original KJV, it includes the Apocrypha. It has two ribbons, lots of cross references, and some other useful
I was fortunate enough to be asked to speak (a lay person can’t preach unless they are approved, licensed, and knighted by the Queen I guess) at Victory Chapel UMC in Jackson, Ohio. This is the sermon. As always, this is not as it was delivered, but serves as the base. I depart from the text to explain better, either through detail or story, what I mean. Let me start with introducing myself…. And you have to start over. That’s what I did. I faced those times of doubt and cynicism, of fear, of hopelessness. I flirted with atheism,
Silence has been on my mind for a while now. I know others like myself are wrestling with it. Do we keep our peace in order that we preserve the status quo? Or do we speak, knowing that others may question our intentions and motivations, speak ill of us, and ignore us? Silence is not always golden: “For when good people speak, there are two points that they regard in their discourse (viz., that they should be of use to themselves and their hearers, or to themselves alone), if they are unable to be of use to their hearers.
“I social media danno diritto di parola a legioni di imbecilli che prima parlavano solo al bar dopo un bicchiere di vino, senza danneggiare la collettività. Venivano subito messi a tacere, mentre ora hanno lo stesso diritto di parola di un Premio Nobel. È l’invasione degli imbecilli.” ~Umberto Eco “Social media gives legions of idiots the right to speak when they once only spoke at a bar after a glass of wine, without harming the community. Then they were quickly silenced, but now they have the same right to speak as a Nobel Prize winner. It’s the invasion of
Jesus Christ has not come to establish social justice any more than he has come to establish the power of the state or the reign of money or art. Jesus Christ has come to save men, and all that matters is that men may come to know him. We are adept at finding reasons-good theological, political, or practical reasons, for camouflaging this. But the real reason is that we let ourselves be impressed and dominated by the forces of the world, by the press, by public opinion, by the political game, by appeals to justice, liberty, peace, the poverty