On joining the rat-race
For those of us used to stories of people giving up the rat race to save their souls, Melissa Hirshon’s story reflects on the opposite.
For those of us used to stories of people giving up the rat race to save their souls, Melissa Hirshon’s story reflects on the opposite.
Ten men and women are singing a cappella, “Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me bless his holy name,” and their voices drench us fugitive worshippers kneeling, naked, trembling, needy, in the knowledge of grace, and when we arise and go out into Baltimore, the blessing follows us.
This is where that place of painful tension is found: in the attempt to value unity and relationship while at the same time valuing and insisting on justice and dignity toward a marginalized people.
This tension is, I think, precisely the tension of the Gospel, the tension in which Jesus himself lived and from which he carried out his ministry. He refuses to abandon relationships for the sake of justice, nor does he abandon justice for the sake of relationship.
An editorial in the Anglican Journal begins by recounting the history of a case of alleged abuse against students at a school connected to the
The Most Rev. John Sentamu, Archbishop of York, says the situation in “Zimbabwe cannot any more be seen as an African problem needing an African
An op-ed in Uganda’s Weekly Observer reflects on the state of the Anglican Communion and Africa’s role in ongoing disputes over homosexuality and the church. The unbylined article expresses a sympathy for people who find homosexuality “revolting,” but notes that African churches may hurt people more by exerting so much energy over the matter when there are other, graver issues threatening God’s flocks in Uganda and beyond.
We should not – we must not – be browbeaten by arrogant atheists and meekly accept their “deluded” label. They are no more capable of understanding this most profound mystery than a small child making his first awe-inspiring discoveries.
Tobias Haller announces an ambitious project. [W]hat I would like to begin to do in this and succeeding posts to this blog is to begin
Faith is a journey without arrival, complicated by false turns, breakdowns, dead ends and wheel-changes. Faith, like love, is seldom entirely constant; nor is it irrevocable.
Deviancy! Immorality! Racism! If you read enough of the papers—not to mention the bloggers– this is what one might think the Episcopal Church stands for.