
Faith Reels: Son of Saul…an unforgettable glimpse
This week’s review is of the haunting (and award winning) look at the Holocaust, “Son of Saul”
This week’s review is of the haunting (and award winning) look at the Holocaust, “Son of Saul”
In a previous article that I wrote for the Café’s Magazine, Facets of Identity, my remarks on post-theism generated numerous comments as well as social media attention. Comments clustered around three questions: what is post-theism, what does post-theism say about belief in Jesus as the incarnated Son of God, and is post-theism synonymous with atheism. This article replies to the first two of those questions.
This originally appeared as part of the Daily Sip, a ministry of St John’s Cathedral in Denver, CO by Charles LaFond In this series
Greg, Liz, Richard, and Ryan talk about the latest Coen Brothers movie, Hail Caesar!, and what the old Hollywood studio system has to do with the latest round of the Oscars, the current political climate, and even how we view the role of the Church in the world.
This week’s review is ‘Risen,’ a film that seeks to tell the story of Jesus through eyes of a Roman soldier – beware whenever religious and government leaders collude
“And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought, This is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person at that gate seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies Not everything is lost.”
These four terms – Christian, Anglican, Episcopalian, and post-theist – are how I describe my religious identity. I choose which term(s) to use on a particular occasion depending upon context and what I want to communicate about myself.
Christian formation and identity for me were shaped not just by difference, but by contradiction and conflict. From my own earliest experience of church community, my family was out of sync with people in our church that we loved.
Grief is heavy. It drags one down like a burlap bag of scrap metal over one’s shoulder – it weighs down, heavy, and sharp metal ends – jagged, rusty tear-stained bits poke through the burlap and then the shirt into one’s fleshy back.