I drove past a church building out in the countryside. The parking lot was filled, and the cars were spilling out into the adjoining field. Now no evangelist had arrived. No prophet had come to call the board back to humble service under Jesus. The turn out didn’t even indicate an itinerant healer had taken up shop. The big event that drew the crowds was  Read more…

On this date, June 6, in 1944 the invasion of Europe began. When I read about it the fact remains that the whole thing was a fragile victory. Any of a number of things could have happened differently and the landing could have failed.

The coming of Jesus into the world had an equally fragile future. Read more…

Where do I start?

Just the other day I checked an online map service to get the travel time to a work site. It became a metaphor for the way some religious people act. In the case of my map search, despite every attempt, it placed my home address nearly an hour to the west. Even when I entered the address by postal code the programme changed it back to the wrong one.

So I turned to a different service. It put my start point in the right place, but the route choices were wrong. The fastest route showed as the slowest. The time totalled over an hour. In reality it took about forty-five minutes.

The only place for a Christian to begin a life journey of time or education or growing up rests upon the Bible. Some would start with an opinion, or a feeling, or a doctrine or even a denominational tradition. But when you start at the wrong place, whether by seduction of a lie or indiscriminate obedience to human authority, surely the route and timing must be wrong.

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